Love Is Unpredictable Novels & Stories

However, I can still love him from afar. Love is far more powerful than I am. I can encourage love, but I have no control over how, when, or where it manifests itself in the world. Even though I have the option of giving in to love or not, love always hits like lightning—unexpected, incontrovertible, and irreversible. You can even find yourself falling in love with somebody you don't much care for. Love does not come with any terms, limitations, addendums, or procedures attached to it at all. Just like the sun radiates regardless of our worries and wishes, love does the same.

I love watching movies. Where I live? I live in a small town named Roselli, weird name right? But there is a legend behind it. There was a girl named Roselli, and she was in love with a guy named Roman, they were madly in love, but Roselli's father didn't approve of their love and married her off to some wealthy guy. cliché right? Roman was so heartbroken that he committed suicide by jumping off a cliff into the sea, calling out his love before jumping. Since then this town is lovers paradise, lovers around the world come to visit the spot Roman jumped from and call out their lovers name. Huh? I don't believe in all this I am in love of this place cause it's my home, there are some pristine

I asked, needing to break the silence that was dwelling between us as it gradually became uncomfortable. He thought about it for a few seconds “To be honest, I don’t know. She can be very unpredictable” he said, staring at her face with a longing that made my heart hurt. I looked away, I didn’t deserve to feel this way. I was the reason she was almost killed and I’m the reason she’s currently lying in a hospital bed. That alone stripped me of all my rights to be jealous of someone that cared for her when I didn’t. There was a loud thud on the door, startling us both. He stood up quietly and went to the door. He looked through the glass space before opening the door. The big guy that I had se

“The annoying part is, anytime I tried to enquire if his leaving me was as a result of something bad I did to him, he kept saying it had nothing to do with me, but rather with him.” “Mum. I have a feeling there was a force he couldn’t control and he was scared to tell you of it openly in your face.” “Whatever it is. I’m glad I didn’t allow it ruin me a second time. I thank God I’d you then.” Drawing close to hold her in a tight hug. She spoke over her shoulders. “You’ve been my strength all these years. Finding true love cannot be guaranteed. Unrequited love is indispensable. True love cannot be defined, but when it happens, it flows effortlessly with no need of stressing or forcing yourself

thinking when I wrote it. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but when I read that, I felt like you weren't just talking for Lucia." "You're right," I admitted weakly. And I could see the faint smile that played on Miss Green's lips on hearing that. "But do you really believe that, Stephanie?" I hesitated a little before saying, "yes. After all, things work better only when you put effort in making them better, right?" "You're right," she answered honestly. "But then, love is perhaps the world's most unreasonable emotion. Seriously, that shit's fucking stupid!" I cocked an amused brow at her, making her chuckle. "Oops, sorry about that. But what I'm saying is that one can never understand love,

The relationship might have ended, but the memories would still be worth remembering for a lifetime. Love could also cause regrets. When two people became entangled in heartache and confusion because of not being together, it would be a lonely and sorrowful path. Just thinking about such love made Cillian feel exhausted, which was why he struggled with his feelings for Yitty. It was causing him immense pain. Matthew rarely saw him look this serious. “Love is unpredictable, but I believe that if you truly love someone, you should tell them as soon as possible. Otherwise, someone else might beat you to it.”

Pain spread through her body in sharp, stabbing waves. She tightened her jaw and tried to struggle free. The harder she tried, the more trapped she felt. Her face grew pale. Sweat formed slowly on her forehead. Suddenly, the heart monitor at the bedside let out a loud, piercing alarm. Sophia smiled. “Want to know? Why don’t you check for yourself?” She tilted her head. Her fingers lightly touched Henry’s face. Her voice stayed soft and intimate. “You love me so much. Why are you still unwilling to take responsibility?”

Some people show their emotions through their tears and show them with anger. _____________________________________ Dear diary, We were going for the honeymoon but he didn't tell me where we were going, it's a surprise from mom and dad. I was excited to find that the place was none other than my dream place, Paris. He gave me a pendant which touched my heart. I was so overwhelmed with the love he showed to me. Maybe he loves me but I know deep inside I fell for him. ______________________________________ Dear diary,

Even a single glimpse of emotion did not escape instead Joseff’s face become harder. But instead of feeling down, Pedro still manages to smile. Yes, he’s a little bit sad but it makes him more motivated to do things for Joseff. He doesn't know, but he felt the connection towards Joseff. That even if he thinks of just letting the feeling away, he chooses not to. Somehow, he could partly understand Joseff even if he is not in Joseff’s shoes. Maybe he does not have any idea about Joseff’s life, but taking a risk to know and break Joseff’s walls would not be that bad right? For a short time, he can say that he cares about Joseff, a lot and it’s hitting all his nerves because he does not know why

Eriwan raised up his head and stared at Victor Jaleco blankly. “You’re really miserable because of your one-sided love to him. And I’m also miserable due to my one-sided love to you.” Eriwan smiled skeptically at the moment. “This is what I’ve told you about the aspect of feeling and love, Victor. It’s an uncontrollable aspect. We can’t control it. We can’t decide it. We can’t determine to whom our love and feeling will head. We can’t choose on which airport our plane of love will land. We can’t select at which quay our boat of feeling will stop. That’s it… Simple and complicated at the same time…”