Love Lost Novels & Stories

They were too strong for me. Suddenly my eyeslids were too heavy for me to keep open. Black spots clouded my vision and little by little it got darker and the eyelids heavier. That's when I let the darkness consume me sending me into it's deepest tunnels hoping that it keeps me there for the longest time ever. The end.... 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never have loved at all",- Alfred Lord Tennyson. A million words would not bring you back, I know because I tried, neither would a million tears, I know because I cried.",- STEPHEN CHBOSKY

Hello my lovely Readers!! I just wanted to thank each and everyone of you!! His Lost Love was my first book but somewhere, I lost the spark and foolishly decided to stop writing it. It was the most stupidest thing I have ever. I wouldn't have finished it if not for your faith on me. You have been showering me with your constant love and support throughout the journey. Some of you have even motivated me to continue the story when I had lost hope as a writer. I am grateful to all those amazing readers!! You don't know what it means to me.

Leo, his eyes filled with gratitude for the stranger's empathy, replied, "I'm Leo. I've lost someone very dear to me, and the pain is unbearable." Dane nodded with understanding, her eyes reflecting a depth of compassion. "Loss is a burden we must all carry in our lives, Leo. But in our shared sorrow, we can find strength and hope." As Leo and Dane spoke, they discovered a common bond in their shared experiences of grief and longing. Dane had also lost a loved one, and the river had become a place of solace for her, a place where she could release her emotions and find healing in the tranquility of the water.

His skin is pale and his face lifeless as his chest remains still and the tears come. “Baby…?” I hiccup. “Liam… Liam… Liam… please…” I beg, but it’s useless. I know it is, but I can’t stop because he loves me. Damn it, this mess of a man loves me and he promised me I wouldn’t have to do this alone. “You promised” tumbles out over and over again, my melancholy song trying to call my gone lover back to me. I pound my fist on his chest. “Stop!” a woman yells behind me, but fuck her. This is my mate, this is my pain and my loss. I sob harder. Holy shit… my loss. I lost him.

Danica added and they stared at her. Edmond entered the house, he saw Lorene's ashes. His eyes flashed and tears trickled down his eyes as he groaned in pain. How could this happen to him? This is a tragic moment. He least expected it from Valarie or anyone else. Everything he always wanted, yes, he got it but he loses it whenever life starts getting better. “Even the toughest man on earth would cry when he loses someone dear to him.” Lorene said from behind him. Her ghost was still hovering around the world of the living. She was crossing over to the infernal region so she would rest in peace.

Larry grappled with the paradox of love and loss, finding solace in the shared memories while wrestling with the poignant reality of a world forever altered by Sophia's departure. In the aftermath of Sophia's departure, Margaret, a woman who had weathered the storm of losing her husband to a fatal car accident years ago, found herself thrust into the depths of an unimaginable grief once again. The echo of her past loss reverberated within the walls of her home, the very same walls that now bore witness to the hushed solitude of her mourning.

Lost is an underrated word, he seemed broken. Whatever soul he had in him had now dissipated, leaving only his lifeless body as a somber reminder. He wasn’t aware about our presence or maybe he disregarded it. He stood before me, his eyes scrutinizing me with care, the glitter in his eyes made me think that way or maybe I wanted him to worry about me. I wanted him to hold his gaze on my body, let him look at me until the sun sets, until the dawn breaks. However, I failed unable to see the ache his ocean blue eyes had.

Aiden looked up at the skies, the stars were gleaming, and the moon was glinting, setting the dark blue clouds in a distinct glow. He slid his hands into his pocket and looked at the earth before shaking his head and leaning on the rough barks of the tree he was standing next to. He understood that no matter how hard he tried to fall in love, he would never get there. He could never find love. His heart was gradually accepting the truth that he had lost Lynette forever. He knew that Hadrian and Marissa must have left and his brothers would be looking for Zachary who disappeared during the fight. Sighing, he recalled what happened eight years ago.

In a fit of rage, she crashed her car into him. "Well, the two of them are still in the hospital. One is in a vegetative state, and the other is paralyzed. I'm not sure who's worse off." "Warren Group's been bought out, too. It's never coming back." After I heard of what happened, I quickly forgot about it. Because from the day I married Roscoe, Benji's name became like any other ordinary name in the world. I didn't dwell on it, and I'd never think of him again.

ꁞ⁠ ⁠ꁞ⁠ ⁠ꁞ⁠ ꁞ Five hours later Lois sat in a small, suffocating room watching everything she’d survived and hoped for crumble. Eight years of being ground down in that house, and now this — losing her Mate to a woman who had stolen everything she could. She pressed her fingers to her temples until the dull ache eased, but the hollow in her chest only widened. The door was flung open. Sandra appeared, face a picture of contrived concern. “Lois,” she called softly. “Get away from me, you mate-snatcher,” Lois spat. “You’ll be found out. Your lies will be—”