Love Me Less Novels & Stories

As they say, it’s better to have loved and lost than not have loved at all. Even today, if Avantika walks out on me for some reason, I would only smile for whatever she has made me feel over the years ... in my heart and a little below, in my pants. Yes, I always add an unnecessary sexual comment after my love-sapped talk. It makes me feel manly and non-gay.

Mike laughed out loudly. "I encouraged her to meet you earlier, boy, stop dreaming. She won't come after you," Mike continued laughing. "You can never date her. She is beyond your league. Your love for her is dateless! Please stay away from her. Just one word from me, she would hate you forever. If you value the 'hi' and 'hello' you are getting from her, please maintain it," Mike warned. "Dateless love can also mean love without an expiry date. Mark my word today," Brian said and walked swiftly away.

, She says in an angry tone. "I also have no interest in reading your diary. I just wanted to see what is the reason for your coming here and now I have come to know that reason. After reading what you wrote, I have come to know that whatever I was telling you just now, was right and you also know that everything I told you before is also true. I told you earlier also, I don't want to harm you in any way. I just wanted to tell you the truth at that time and I have already told you that. Smaran loved you falsely in the beginning. He had falsely pretended to love you and if I obey you and also believe that he fell in love with you later. But now it seems to me that since she has come to know t

Once he had walked a kilometer, Uri felt that the sides of the path seemed to be wide, the gravel spreading under the ground was also gradually sparse, revealing a rough stone background. In the distance, there was a faint yellow light. It seemed that walking in the dark for too long had caused Uri to have a "Lust for light" mentality, so when he saw the light ahead, he couldn't help but feel impatient and restless. And when people are impatient, they often make mistakes. Uri is no exception.

If I can feel something as great as what I felt back then before it got shuttered, And after tonight, I surmise I now know the truth. That I was shuttered beyond repair. I can never love someone. The only love I have left and the only feelings I have left are for my daughter. She is the only person I can ever love. And you know, I think that is okay because I know my daughter will never shutter my heart. So, from now on, I am banking all my love and attention on my child. I have no more room for this bullshit called love. I highly doubt that love even exists.

How could I tell them the truth? “My love, are you okay?” Noah asked. I nodded quickly. “But you do not look okay,” Kelly said, concern in her voice. “I am fine. I am just thirsty,” I said, downing the water in one gulp. Kelly studied me for a moment, clearly unconvinced. “So, are you going to be free?” I took a deep breath, knowing I could no longer avoid the truth. “Must it be next Friday? Could it be another day?” “The spaces I want you both to see are in high demand,” Kelly said. “It is wedding season, and if we do not act now, we might lose them. Next Friday is the only day left.”

"You— you love me?" George muttered, tracing his thumb softly on her cheek. "I don't irritate you? You know, my scars, my face? You could have a better looking m—" "I love you like that. With your scars and all of that. I still love you, George" George still couldn't believe it. "But I'm not the kind of m—"

The lady looked at me with that sad expression again. "Love sucks." I said. "all my life I imagined I was going to be one of those cliché, a wife, kids, a pet, a house with a pretty garden. Somewhere along the way that prospect got blurry and I saw another future, with someone else. But I fucked up, and now five years later I'm doing the same thing I did back then, I'm hurting her and I'm hurting me. Maybe love doesn't suck, maybe I suck at loving."

Mia purred. But I'm getting off-topic. Peyton said, staring directly into the phone's camera, "To all the men of the world." "I've had enough trying to win your favor. I'm over the entire marriage and love trap! And that's it! Peyton came to a stop. Her memory of the "light bulb" moment became clear. "I'm over-loving. You become foolish in love. Love compels you to say and do things that you otherwise would not. You become someone else out of love in an attempt to win back the affection of another. Okay, I'm through with it. I will only love myself. No one else. Do you desire this? She let go of the clothing bag and took a few photos, without revealing much in her tattered yoga pants and loo

"You know I don't do relationships anymore. I date, and that's it." “No. You date to get a free f*ck. You f*ck girls when the urge strikes, but that is not as satisfying as having someone to love." He looked surprised at my choice of words. I don't care. Adam had to see past his old hurt and pain, accept them, and not drown in them. That’s what I did. He scoffed. "I don’t believe in love, little sis. Love makes us weak. That emotion had been overused to manipulate us and let other people take advantage of us. No. You are not going to catch me red-handed with that f*cking word ever again!"