Love Myself Don't Need Anybody Else Novels & Stories

It was the edited video of our eight years together that I had commissioned. I had planned to curl up on the sofa with Harper and watch it projected on the screen, but that was no longer possible. When I set my phone down, I accidentally hit play. The next second, a bright, cheerful female voice came through the speaker. “Today is February 14, 2018, Valentine’s Day. Jayden and I came to Lake Eronne. I, Harper Langley, swear upon this lake that I will love Jayden Grant for as long as I live.”

"Some people ask why I'm only saying this now. Because a few days ago, someone told me I only had ten days left to live. Because not long after, someone held a knife to my wrist and demanded to know where another man was. Because that same night, I was lying in my own blood while hearing her comfort that same guy over the phone. Kissing him." I raised my bandaged wrist toward the camera. "This scar's gonna stay with me for the rest of my life. But I don't regret it. Because it taught me one thing—" I paused, making every word land. "Loving yourself is ten thousand times more important than waiting for someone else to love you." The livestream hit five hundred thousand viewers.

"Seeing this from Holly's perspective is heartbreaking. She's been through so much, but she's so strong." … My life in Norbury had been busy but fulfilling. In this vast city, I no longer had to be anyone's wife or some fragile, clingy woman. I could live well on my own. Only on rare, sleepless nights did my past life feel like a distant dream. Today, the sun was shining. Roxanne and I were strolling outside, taking in the grand scenery. Suddenly, she waved her phone excitedly in front of me, relaying the latest trending news.

Everyday new story o "Shey I dey waiste my time "Cause you don become someone else "Sip palava for me o "You no dey touch my body o "It feels good to love somebody and somebody loves you back , but it feels one sided now "You don't have to pretend about it cause it's crystal clear now now " guess its bye to the good times "I'll be gone by the sunrise "I'll better on my own I'll better on my own nana " nobody should call my phone nobody should call my phone nana "This is my last heartbreak song this is my last heartbreak song nana

And loyalty without courage is just empty promises. I don’t need a mansion. I don’t need a powerful name. I only need myself. And above all, I trust myself. No one will ever push me into despair again. I am my own protector now. If love finds me one day, it will meet me as I am—whole, steady, unafraid. And if it doesn’t— I am still enough. I turned back toward the restaurant, toward the place I built with my own hands. And when I whispered, “I’m home,”

Because Melissa’s wound was tiny, the surgery was over quickly. In the hospital room, I looked down at myself, wrapped in bandages of all sizes. Five years of marriage, and all I had gotten in return was a husband who had betrayed me and a body covered in wounds. After hesitating for a long time, I pressed the call button next to a contact number that I had left untouched for years. It was my senior in academia. “Peter, is there still an opening in the professor’s lab?” There was a long silence on the other end before a gentle voice replied, “There is. I’ll come and get you, Ellora.”

And then walked away like she was nothing. That pain in her eyes— it will haunt me. But this is bigger than love. Bigger than destiny. If I want to save my sister, if I want to survive this war, I need to protect myself. The curse can wait.

Apalled Nero decided to talk at that very moment. "I will not find my mate, Sharon is the only woman for me. I love her when she smile, when she cry, when she talk and even when she try to ignore me. The every fiber of my being is in love with her. I had tried to control my feeling toward her but I can't. I simply can't. All my emotion just explodes within me everytime she is around me." Gordon could no more help the tears he has been holding since morning to fall down his cheeks.

“Get some rest. I’ll clean up.” I really wondered what would’ve happened to me if they hadn’t loved me so much after I was diagnosed with depression and borderline personality disorder, weeks after Todd and I broke up. I was a little dramatic when I was little and so I wasn’t getting much attention from Mama. After I was diagnosed of that, I guess she stopped loving me. And when I thought Papa and Ray would also neglect me, they didn’t, I owe a lot to them. “Alright, I want you to stay close to me and please fake a smile. I know you’re not happy but please do it for me. Before you realise, all this will over.”

Tears leak out of my eyes as I spit another one of my memory in his face without having control over what I am saying. “ I—I don’t need to fear anything because you are always there for me. I am not stupid enough to love you selflessly! I am selfish and I want to use you. I want to be happy and I want you to continue making me happy even if you have to be miserable yourself by staying alive and dealing with all the fucking mess you have created. I need to breathe, I want to live not just fucking get by every day praying that the sky falls over and I die…I don’t want that life anymore. I selfishly need you for that and that’s why I fucking love you so damn much because you are the only person