Love Inspired Suspense Novels & Stories

Love was as real as everything else. It's just you have to wait for the right moment. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* The end.

He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.

For the first time in a long time, Lore felt the danger of death lurking at his shoulder. As he flew, Lore couldn’t help but glance over at the beautiful woman. He felt a pull toward her, a magnetism. He admired the way she had remained level-headed when it had seemed all hope was lost. And now, as she glided through the air, he admired her fixed determination, the way she had not wavered for a moment in her decision to follow the strange light. For the first time since his cousin had run off with the vampire girl, he had an inkling as to why. The sensation wasn’t one that could be controlled. It was above reason, above logic. Lore realized, his heart pounding, that he may be falling in love

Every kiss, every touch was a confession—one they couldn’t take back, no matter how much they might want to later. The world outside could collapse, and she wouldn’t have cared. All she knew was him—his weight pressing her down, his lips claiming her skin, his voice breaking on her name as though saying it was both salvation and damnation. When they finally came together, it wasn’t just physical. It was years of silence exploding, years of longing taking form in the only language their bodies could still speak. It was messy, desperate, breathtaking. And yet beneath it all, an ache lingered—because even in this perfect ruin, Sophia knew love was not promised, not in the way she wanted, not in

Krystal was there immediately and hugged me. Titian, on the other hand, first cleared the table, since he had understood that I no longer felt like eating. He and Krys were long past that. "You can't choose who you fall in love with. Love isn't a decision, love is just something that finds its way through the darkest of walls,” she said to me in a soothing voice. I couldn't help her either. Nevertheless, I said energetically: "Love is nothing more than for an ass". My friend chuckled at my statement, but immediately apologized to me, which I didn't blame her for. why? At least I had to suppress a smile.

The woman before him looked so pitiful, so fragile, that even a harsh word might break her. "No matter how much you like it, you have to stay by my side. Seeing you love but unable to have, do you know how happy that makes me?" He stood up, casually shoving his hands into his pockets. His tall, lean figure stood straight, exuding a wild arrogance that screamed, "Torturing you is my pleasure." "Scarlett, you want to run away with your lover? That's never going to happen in this lifetime." Scarlett looked at him, "What good does it do you to keep me around?"

My fingers were trembling. His weren’t. He laced them through mine. And we drove like that for miles, two fugitives with a shared breath and a growing bond stitched together by fear, fire, and the very thing neither of us dared to name yet— Hope. --- Author's Note Thank you so much for reading Chapter Nine of Until the Lie Loved Me! Things are heating up for Celeste, and the stakes are only going to climb from here. What did you think of the escape? The moment in the car? The growing tension between Celeste and the man she’s starting to trust?

I decided to make a romance novel about a girl that left on her wedding day to pursue her dreams and after a long time will meet again her past lover. I’m really excited about this plot. I think it will be popular for girls and will be inspirational for them. They can learn life lesson, and can be prepared of what to choose over their dreams or love in the future. Love is unpredictable anyway. Maybe we can learn from this story but we all have different destiny. I hope Ms. Amanda will approved my story. I really hope so. While I’m waiting for the email of Ms. Amanda, someone approach me. She is a girl with a short hair and with a big eye glasses. She smiled on me and so did I.

And maybe… maybe this is the end of our dark love story—A woman who fell for a madman. But perhaps that’s not quite the story at all. They did love each other. But hatred consumed them. Lack of trust broke the bond. And in the end… they weren’t happy.

"Of course he loves me. Don't try to turn us against each other." The room felt stifling, so I casually unbuttoned a couple of buttons on my blouse. Beneath it, the mark left on my neck from last night's passion was unmistakable—an obvious, vivid reminder that my husband had, indeed, been home with me, not her. The purple-red bruises were glaringly apparent, an impossible thing to miss. Cassidy's eyes darkened. She must have recalled how she had begged and pleaded last night in the hospital for Trevor to come to her side. But he never did—he was too busy with me at home.