Love Is Fleeting Novels & Stories

I smiled gently at Linda and replied, "No point in asking questions without meaning." Linda remained silent for a long time. Finally, she looked up and said to me, "Lewis, I truly loved you." I scoffed and turned away. The three words "I love you" are only beautiful when you're in love. Otherwise, they're the most useless words in the world.

I bowed sincerely before slipping out. Fortunately, I made it in time. Today was Valentine’s Day and the flower shop was bustling. I only needed to collect payments because I didn't know how to do anything else yet. Although the shop was small, the owner was skilled, and customers came in continuously to buy flowers. However, I never expected to run into an "old acquaintance" here. Yasmin Foukner walked in, laughing and chatting with James. Her arms were wrapped around with his. Yasmin was the girlfriend James brought back years ago.

"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings." ― Anais Nin The deep voice of the stranger was the first and only thing that greeted her long before her eyelids, which had remained drooping for up to ten hours up until now, pushed open. "Is it possible that you finally woke up, Miss. Lightwood?" His dark blue eyes, which were raging like a windy day's sky, met hers and her heart skipped a beat.

When I was alone, I went back to my room and searched for the script. "Love is like spring, where flowers bloom and bring different colors. You have to watch them with a bright smile. Everything will disappear, but love will never. It will be with you on foggy winter nights to comfort you, to keep you warm. In summer, love will share the warmth. Autumn will always come, forcing the flowers to die, and trees will be left alone, but it will never be sad because it knows autumn never lasts for long." These beautiful lines were on the script. I wish love was what they describe in books. But it is far from it.

"Lucas, you are such a jerk. How can you ask me to marry you here?" I became confused. "What?". "You couldn't even go on your knees". She frowned facing me. "And I see no ring, and no flowers or candlelights at all". She huffed angrily and walked past me pushing aside. Okay, now I've the definition of crazy. How did I fall in love with a psycho? . . . . . TBC Brianna and Liam😍😍. Girl like Chloe😂😂😂😂. . . Kamara B. Blake Love all my active readers💋💋

Even though my vision had partially returned, the sheer number of guests around me blurred everything. I struggled to push myself up, but it was futile. The guests continued stepping on me as if I didn’t exist. By the time I managed to lift my head, all I could see was Regina laying her head on Jared’s shoulder. Fireworks erupted in the air, streaking gold across the night sky. “I love you, Baby,” Jared said softly. My chest constricted. I couldn’t tell if it was my heart or my body that hurt, but I couldn’t take it anymore. My vision darkened, and my eyes rolled back.

It was a case of unending and true love. But to Porter, that’s not the case. Damn. L is not in love with Janine Kwon. Does he have to be the one to raise the white flag?

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In the fleeting. In the boundless. And that was the essence. The one that endured. The one that mattered. The one we were. Together. In every chest. In every rise. In every moment. The light. The love. The breath. Always. The cursed wolf breathed love. The light breathed love. Love was the movement. And it flowed. In the hush. In the fleeting. In the boundless. Always. The manor breathed love. The garden breathed love. The light breathed love.

"Is that seriously why you're here? Because if so, I've heard this exact speech a thousand times before, Dad. Probably more than a thousand times. I could recite it word for word at this point. I don't need to hear it again." He opened his mouth to respond, probably to defend himself or to continue his lecture, but I kept talking before he could get a word out. I cut him off completely, not wanting to hear whatever he was planning to say. "Love is fleeting, Dad," I told him, my voice hard and cold and certain. I believed every word I was saying with complete conviction. "It doesn't last. It's temporary and unreliable. People fall in love and they feel all thes