Love It Again Novels & Stories

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"

“Look for me where the pulse begins again.” The light vanished. The room fell dark. I gasped, reaching out into the emptiness, but there was nothing—only the faint hum of the machines returning to their steady rhythm. The monitor glowed softly again, and new words appeared, slower this time. I love you. Tears streamed down my face as I pressed my palm against the screen. “I love you too.” Then, just as the monitor steadied, another sound broke through—the faint rustle of paper from the table beside my bed. I turned, my pulse racing.

“I want nothing more, love.” There goes that nickname again.

A guest should always leave wanting more. He saw her lips turn white at this relegation and tempered it just a little as he told her they could never be. ‘I’ll tell you something else I have found—if people do return to that treasured memory it is never quite the same.’ ‘No.’ Lovely shook her head. ‘True,’ Raul insisted. ‘We have couples come back for their anniversary and they complain that the hotel has changed, or that the waterways are too busy, or that the restaurant they once loved is no longer any good... And I know they are wrong, that my hotel has got better since they were there and that the restaurant retains its standard. I know that the waterways of Venice are ever beautiful. It

“I knew you wouldn’t leave me. I knew you would come back to me. Promise me you will never leave me again, okay? I'm going to lose my mind without you.” The woman in his arms froze briefly. She shuddered and started crying. Magnus immediately tensed up. He tightened his clutch around her and began to plant kisses on her neck before gradually moving up toward her lips. Then he drew a heavy breath and asked, “Do you promise me to never leave me again?” When the girl in his arms nodded, he eagerly tossed her onto the bed and pinned his weight against her, “You finally came back to me, Freya.” “As long as you still desire me, Mr. Harett, I don’t mind pretending to be Freya for you,” Ifrit whimpe

Sage kept pouring her drinks, each one sweeter than the last. "To five years, Lin!" she'd shout over music, clinking her glass against Melida's. "To eternal love!" Melinda sipped, the world around her a whirling dervish of lights and laughter. Her final clear memory was Sage's arm draped across her shoulder and her leading her out the door, the cool night air a welcome relief from her flushed cheeks. After that, things began to fade into a hazy, dreamlike nothing. Melinda woke up with a jolt. Her head throbbed with a persistent rhythm, a drumming of remorse and bewilderment. She blinked to try to clear the fog from her mind, and then she saw it. She was naked.

I reel through my words from the outburst. I just said that I was in love with him again. Oh fuck.

Love you, C. I love you too.

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