Love Is Fleeting Novels & Stories

Love. END

It all came down to that moment: after three solid good years of planning and enduring, every sleepless night, every last tear she shed, every sacrifice she had to make unwillingly, it all led to that very moment, where she would be standing face to face with the man who drastically altered the course of her life. Laila’s emotions ran wild inside her as she tried to find her words, but since none came to mind, the only other alternative was to curse the living daylights out of him, and how good it felt to do so.

"That's just an excuse men make to explain why they've fallen for someone else. I'm not like them—you're the only one I'll love in this lifetime." "Really? You'll love only me?" "Yeah." "What will happen if you do fall for someone else, then?" "Then, I'll get struck by lightning and die a horrible death." Noelle smiled mockingly. "Aren't you afraid it'll really happen?" "I'm telling the truth. Why should I be afraid?" She picked up her cutlery again and started spreading jam on her bread. "You have to trust me, Elle," Shawn said earnestly. All she said was, "Eat your breakfast."

"Stay here with Amanda, Ms. Sanders. I'll take care of the fees." Tears welled up in Charlotte's eyes as she stared at Jonathan gratefully. He patted her shoulder soothingly but shot me a dark look. "Tessa, if you apologize to Ms. Sanders and Amanda now, we can move past this." His words stabbed through me like a dagger. The burning sensation on my calf was nothing compared to my heartbreak at that moment. I stared at the man I had loved for the last six years. A bitter smile etched upon my bloodless face as I relented. "Fine. I'm sorry."

With that, he turned and walked away without looking back. That resolute figure seemed to declare that he had never truly cared about me or Melanie. A faint, almost imperceptible smile flashed quickly across Jennifer’s eyes. But it vanished in an instant, replaced by a carefully arranged look of false remorse as she returned to me. “I’m truly sorry, Ms. Harvey. There’s nothing between Mike and me. Please don’t misunderstand our relationship.” Mike is a man who values loyalty and affection deeply. He just feels sorry for me—divorced so early, my child without a father—so he’s been a little more caring. Please don’t take it the wrong way, and don’t let this make things unpleasant between every

To those finding true love: true love,is always understanding,it patient,it stays,it shares your pains and joy And in the last line of the book, she wrote: Love, the kind that stays, isn’t loud. It’s steady. It lingers. Like a whisper at the edge of sleep. Like hope. Like home. it every thing that will ever complete you THE END Dear Readers, please drop Your comment for the review of this book.... and get ready for my next book.. thank you!!!

He was fire—exciting, warm, bright—but fleeting. That was love too, wasn’t it? Sometimes, it burns quickly and leaves ashes behind.

Ariana tried again, her voice softer this time. “Bruno, please… we can talk about this—” I turned to her with a sharp look. “There’s nothing to talk about.” She froze. “I don’t love you,” I said bluntly. “And I’m not going to pretend to.” Her eyes filled with tears immediately, but I didn’t care. I was done pretending. “Bruno!” my mother shouted. “That is enough!” “No, it’s not enough,” I said, standing up. “This has gone on long enough.”

Nodded once. We sat in the garden until the sun moved and the stone went cool beneath us and neither of us suggested going inside first. It wasn’t love, what was happening between us. Or maybe it was, just a different kind — the fragile provisional kind that hasn’t decided yet whether it’s a beginning or an ending. I was trying very hard not to decide for it.

He only remained with his boxers as he helped her out of her tight trouser. He looked at her beautiful body and felt amazed. He had desired her for so many years, and now that she was in front of him, it was like a dream. He wanted to cherish the moment. Cherish her. Treat her like the queen she is. His face changed, and he kissed her passionately with so much love. He caressed her, his fingers trembling slightly. Jane felt the changes and let it go with the flow. She liked the feeling and felt loved.