Love Me Less Novels & Stories

"Is this what love has done to you? Turned you into... this?" His expression didn’t change, and his voice remained low. "Boss, what I’m about to say—I want you to hear it as advice from a friend, not from your assistant. Love is not a weakness, no matter how much you’ve tried to convince yourself it is. It is not something to fear or hate. It is a necessity, like food or shelter. Sure, not everyone gets to experience true love, but when you do... even if it is just for a fleeting moment, it changes everything. It gives life meaning. Peace. Fulfillment.

You of all people should know me very well, you should know full well the fact that I am not the type that fool people I tell the f****** truth at every f****** time. And you know fully well that I will never learn to deceive you, that's why I made it known to you that I I'm not interested in you and never was interested, I was only with you all along because I haven't found true love and no one could deny that fact, True Love doesn't lays in sexuality or having sex with someone, show love lies in being able to find that one who makes your heart beat really fast, and makes your heart feels like it's about to tear apart it makes it pounds and never stop beating,

Every bit of your effort is in vain. But on the contrary, you think it's your fault, that you didn't try hard enough. For two years, I've been convinced that Jacob loves me. It's just that he can't communicate. It wasn't until I saw "Love of My Life" that I realized how ridiculous I had been for two years. It's not that he can't love, it's just that he doesn't want to love me. I mentioned the breakup with Jacob. He opened his mouth and ultimately did not say a single word.

Leo added. That one landed. Damien. The man I thought I loved. Or maybe… The man I convinced myself I loved. A faint, bitter smile touched my lips. “Love,” I murmured under my breath, almost like the word itself had lost meaning. Then I closed the file. “Let’s see how long he can hold on,” I said quietly. Because whatever this was now…

"Dripping for me. This pussy knows who owns it already." "I need you," I whispered, and meant every dirty word of it. "Please… just fuck me." He grinned darkly. "I don’t make love, baby," he whispered against my mouth. "I fuck. Deep. Hard. Until you forget your name." God help me, I wanted that. I wanted to forget everything. I wanted to forget my strict mother. I nodded again, breathless. "Then fuck me." In one hard thrust, he slammed into me.

I called out seriously, cupping her cheeks to make her look at me. "You will never be a burden to me. And to hell with people's opinions about us. I lost you once and fate somehow made me find you. I'm not going to lose you again because…” I took a deep breath. “I love you clumsy Nancy," I smiled. She pulled away with a grin, her eyes a little teary. "That would've been a lot more romantic if you hadn't added the 'clumsy Nancy' bit," she smiled. "Only when you stop being such a clutz," I teased and she scowled at me, making me laugh hard.

My wolf won’t stop repeating it, Mate, Mate, Mate, over and over, like a curse. Stay low . I remind myself. Love is overrated.

And I couldn't love him less That moment made me proud—proud to be called his woman. My heart fluttered in a way I hadn’t expected. Wait… did I just think I love him? The realization hit me hard. Yes, I really did love him. The unexpected fast beat of my heart confirmed it. I found myself missing him more than usual, the ache of his absence settling deep inside me.

My brother Weston Adler and I died in the same car crash. As we lay dying, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly spoke to us. "Win over your family, and you'll be brought back to life." From that day on, Weston became the sole receiver of my family's love. When he casually remarked that the master bedroom had better natural light, our mother, Maya Croft, immediately moved into the second bedroom. When he said he wanted to be an only child, our father, Lennox Adler, had someone remove my name from the family's official records. When he stated that he envied my five-year relationship with my girlfriend, Willow Wade, my family took turns pressuring me to hand her over to him. I clenched my fi

He said, sighing. “No, I want to hear you say it.” She pushed. Damon sighed, he couldn’t sugarcoat it for her anymore. It was time they stopped dancing around it. “I don’t love you. I mean, I used to and you know that. But that was when we were young. That was before you broke up with me and moved away from the country to pursue your dreams. I do not hate or blame you for that, but you took that love away with you.” “And then you came back a different person, and didn’t bring the love back. Sure, I was still attracted to you as well. But let’s not pretend it’s more than that. You have always known deep down that the love was gone.”