Love Is A Second Hand Emotion Novels & Stories

“You had been in relation with him for years, Josh. He had been your first. I am honored that you chose to be my husband and as greedy bastard I am, I feel possessive like a fucking caveman. I don’t know how people see us, but if someone asks, it’s my honor that you are my husband, that you love me. You know I want to puff my chest like a fucking gorilla whenever someone says they recognize me as your husband. I feel like I am being owned by the most eligible man in the world and I don’t feel any shame like many people do, that I loved being called out by your name, not the other way around. But I have seen you in your initial days of breakup. I have seen how lost you were. You had no shine

He gave a small nod, his eyes softening. I moved on to the second story, my tone carrying a sense of sorrow. "The second story—unrequited love is painful, giving so much yet receiving nothing in return." Gently, I pulled him closer. "Neil, if you ever feel anything for me, don’t hesitate to say it. I will spend my whole life responding to you, and I’ll never let you face this alone." He embraced me in return, nodding again, his grip steady.

Instantly, I feel something in me begin to shift as her words repeat themselves in my head again. Love. What was the point of that ridiculous emotion when it did nothing but put you at risk? Frowning, I try to ignore the unpleasant emotion starting to build up in me as the woman’s face flashes in my mind. As her sparkling blue eyes stare into my very fucking soul and a knowing smile forms on her lips, my heart gives a lurch. “Love,” I spit, pushing her image away. “Someone in your position doesn’t have the luxury of feeling such an emotion.”

She had never doubted his love, but every time he said it, it felt brand new, as if she was hearing it for the first time. "I love you too," she answered, her voice gentle yet firm, carrying the same unwavering devotion he had given her. A soft smile played on her lips as she reached for his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Love wasn’t just about the grand gestures or the romantic words; it was in these quiet, intimate moments—the stolen whispers before a life-changing event, the way their hands fit perfectly together, the knowledge that no matter what, they would always choose each other.

he said, his voice thick with tension. Ella’s fingers tightened around the little cat, and without skipping a beat, she tossed the words back at him. "Yes, I'm a very fickle person, unlike Mr. Lucas, who has been faithful to his childhood sweetheart for over a decade and his deceased wife for many years. I can't let go of either of them." The second she finished speaking, Ella felt a sudden coldness wrap around her. Ella had moved forward, his towering figure blocking out the sunlight, his presence suffocating her.

My chest tightened, and my hands itched to force the truth out of him. I pushed on. “Do you remember the gardens? The afternoons we ran until we collapsed in the grass? Do you remember the nights I cried, and how you were the only one who hugged me?” “At least try, try and remember something”. I screamed out of desperation. He gave nothing back, just a small tilt of his head. My chest burned with anger, frustration, and despair. The boy I had loved and trusted for so many years was gone. In his place stood a calm stranger, acting a part that didn’t feel real.

"Because I know that's not how he feels." My forehead furrowed even more. "He doesn't really love me!" It's just one more insult, this house is on fire to me. Instead of fearing, he just smiled at me. He let go the feather on his hand, then started to walk in his place. "Love can be likened to the wind... The wind stays with us, passes, flows and settles on our skin and body,

But thinking about killing him, thinking about his lifeless body in front of me with both my hands stained with his own blood, I don't know why there is a strange sting on my heart, it was as if it was clenched so hard that I had a hard time breathing because of the pain. I never felt this way before nor I dreamed of feeling this way. I never wanted sentiments. I never wanted emotions because I believe that it would not bring any good to me but will bring chaos instead. And now I realized why emotions, especially love is the most dangerous thing in the world. It can make you confuse to the point that you can't decide between what you want to do and what is the right thing to do. "If she is i

KitKat sarcastically, also a little ridiculous. "Ban, what is love?" "Love in my eyes, which is to let the other side understand me, is also a kind of indescribable tenderness, isn't it? Deeply imprinted on the heart and into the bones and marrow, even without saying a word, even if it's thousands of trees away from me? So, hearts are still together, never apart."

Remi said with no emotions at all. Scarlet pouted and said, "Pfft. Now anyways, you've been giving her a lot of attention lately." Scarlet is now curious about what the two are up to these days. "Am I?" Remi never gives a damn about her actions. She hasn't realized it yet? Scarlet got suspicious. "Maybe because I'm....bored?" Remi crossed her hands while watching Chloe at the distance getting all crowded by her classmates. Yep, she's stupid enough to realize her feelings. Scarlet thought but she wanted to give Remi a hint, "Well, it's like what my mom used to tell me, you'll never realize how much you like someone until they're the only one who's on your mind."