Love Is Fleeting Novels & Stories

Gavin’s voice is tight, deliberate, like every word is being forced through clenched teeth. But David doesn’t stop. His fury keeps pouring, words I can’t catch, only the violence in them. Then Gavin’s voice, rushed, comes back to me. “Ari, I’ve gotta go. I’ll call you later, I promise.” “Gavin—” “I love you,” he says, fierce and fast, like it’s the only shield he has. And then the line goes dead, leaving me frozen in the dark, clutching my phone like it’s the last piece of him I can hold.

A single tear slipped from the corner of my eye and fell onto the withered petals. In the end, Julia and I had nothing left but a love that bloomed too briefly and faded too soon. The End.

A white curtain drapes itself over the canopy. Kent stepped slowly out of the bridal arch, which was veiled in a white curtain with white roses scattered around its edges. A local artist's song played softly in the background as a melodic tune floated through the air. The name of the song is immediately apparent to me. Just by looking at me. Kent, who was kneeling, held a velvet box that was jade in color. His pleading eyes betrayed the gravity of the situation, as if my response might decide his eternal destiny. Without a doubt, the Tropicana Beach location of his extravagant proposal was exquisitely furnished. A community of friends and family members envelops us. They have been present d

I implored, yearning for her to return, to heal the wounds that had been inflicted upon us. But she began to fade away, slipping from my grasp like a wisp of smoke. Yet, even as she dissipated, I couldn't let go of my love for her. I whispered into the void, my voice quivering with sincerity, "I vow to cherish only you. You alone, my eternal love."

James was immersed in a deep melancholy in the living room, enveloped by a dense cloud of cigar smoke, while a bottle of liquor rested beside him. His lips still tasted of the burning kiss he had given Meg, and his mind remained immersed in the confessions they had exchanged. The love they felt for each other was undeniable, intense and true, but this was the tragedy that surrounded them. It was a forbidden love, an impossible love, destined to face innumerable barriers and challenges.

I pulled out the card to read it before he came. "My love for you is like a flower, it blooms every day. from the moment I set my eyes on you, until this day. I promise to nurture what we have and protect you with all I have" it read. it was handwritten making it more romantic, I held on to the letter smiling at the words. I thought he didn't like me. I had tried not to think about the marriage or my choice all day but thinking about it now, Ibrahim seemed deliberate and sincere. "Ma'am Mr Mukhtar is here to see you" Flora said over the landline interrupting my train of thought.

[Evander] Watching my two loves approaching me with passion and desire takes my breath away. I have lived for over 200 years, and in my life, I have loved and lost my heart many times. But none of those moments can compare to this one. I might be a leprechaun king but I am still a man with a heart that bleeds and breaks as easily as it loves, and if there were ever two people in the world with the power to tear me into pieces and leave me shattered and unable to mend, it would be these two. As much as my heart is overflowing with love, I have never found myself as afraid as I am at this moment. I know that even if they never leave me by choice, the universe could have other plans, and I coul

'You're nothing but my ex now! 'Loving you has been the greatest stain on my life. I will never forgive you. You're not worth any of my longing, not anymore.' Sebastian picked up the photograph on the table and pressed it to his chest. Slowly, he drifted off into sleep. And I also turned away and left. 'From this life to the next, we will never meet again!'

I am tongueless and felt deserted. His tears keep dropping on my face. "I'm sorry, Ylisha. I love you but goodbye," he whispered and I can't feel my body any longer. It started to become weaker. So, before I lose consciousness. I smiled at him and told him, "Don't cry, I'm the one who must say sorry, I love you too," I whispered in a very weak voice, and blood began to flow out from my mouth.

“Remember these words; what the heart gives can never be lost but stored in the hearts of others, from dusk to dawn. Ok?” “Ok!” he answered. He wouldn't understand these words till he would be older. “I love you!” “I love you mama.” “Stay with Taekwang ok? Go!” she told them one last time and stood watch as the black van fled off. This was probably the last time she would see him again. She thought about her words to her son again and repeated to herself, thinking this time about Dreco; ‘from dusk to dawn.’