Novel & Cerita Love Never Dies Fanfiction

"Didn't you say I'm the only one you love? Didn't you say doing this right under Oliver's nose makes it more exciting? Didn't you say he's just a shield for our love? Then why do you call him your husband?" Seeing his wounded look, Sharon softened immediately. She kissed him again, soothing him as she held him close. "Calling him that makes it more thrilling, doesn't it?" Their whispers and gasps grew louder, each sound tearing open the wound that had already bled dry inside me. I curled up on the couch, the air thick and sickening, my heart completely numb. I didn't know how much time passed. When they moved from the kitchen toward the living room and finally noticed me, Sharon's breathing

If I refused, they would kill me anyway. There was no escape. I looked at Kieran one last time, remembering the face of the man I'd loved completely. The man who promised under the full moon to protect me, to love me, to stand with me against all enemies. That man was gone. Now a stranger stood there, watching me with cold eyes. "I love you," I whispered. "I have always loved you. And I'm sorry I couldn't be what you needed me to be." His face didn't change, but something—a tiny flicker—crossed his face or maybe it’s me hoping. But it's too late to matter now.

I snarled, "It's not your place to run your mouth. Get out of my house!" Melissa took Nicolas' hand, a reproachful frown creasing her brow. "If you'd apologized to Nicky, I might have helped you for old times' sake. But it's clear you haven't learned a thing. Then take this as your lesson." The door slammed, echoing through the house. I looked at the wedding decorations we'd put up around the house, and a bleak chill crept in. Human hearts were fickle. Whatever love Melissa once had for me had vanished in a heartbeat.

My hope began to die, slipping through my fingers like water. I looked down at Arthur. Blood ran down his face, his body limp in my arms. My fingers brushed his cheek. Tears blurred my vision as they fell, landing on his cheeks. “I love you,” I whispered as I leaned down and kissed him, my heart begging for it not to be the last time, but my mind not being able to see away out of this for us. The second my lips touched his, his body jerked under my hands. A gasp left his lips, his chest rising against mine.

7 Months Later Ronica Risconce silently congratulated herself as she stared at the finalized copies of the divorce documents. She had read it many times already, always checking if it was real and not just her fantasy. After eight years of loveless manipulation, she was finally free from James' shackles and Mona's malevolence. She was a Risconce once again, the beloved heiress of the Risconce family; the musical celebrity and genius; and the elevated fiancee of the very much respected Eric Strauss.

"Mr. Lutherson, are you going after a dead man now? Trying to throw his ashes into the dump?" Christopher shuddered and stumbled a step toward me, reaching out as though he could still touch me. Disgusted, I took a step back and flung his attempt away. "Don't touch me. You're vile." The humiliation hit him full on, and he froze. His eyes turned red, and tears began to gather. "Nat, I had no idea. I…" "Of course you didn't." I picked up the wastewater bucket and turned to the staircase. "You were setting off fireworks for your first love and celebrating a win. Remember this, Christopher. You were the one who killed him." I walked away without looking back.

Maisie came closer to me and hugged me around my abdomen, her hair smelt of pineapples and cherries blended together and with my left arm, I began to smoothen it, slowly. "You know, right from when we met in Bulgaria, during the race, I knew fate meant for us to be together, forever", she whispered, her eyes moving from my eyes, to my lips, my eyes again, my neck. "I felt that connection like... like I had met the one, but now, forever seems like such a short time, I'm dying, and we might not escape this".

She lifts her gaze to meet mine fully. “I loved you when you were powerful. I loved you when you were uncertain. I loved you before I knew what I was.” Emotion rises sharp and fast. “And I will love you even when I must stand above you.” The words hurt. But they are honest. Silence settles again. Then Death speaks one final time. “Your fear is based on a false premise.” I look up sharply. “What premise?” “That love can be engineered.” Nova squeezes my hand. Death’s voice remains steady.

[ IN WHICH THERE IS WAR AND DEATH ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V — There is something else you should know: I die at the end. Just like any other human being, I die. But there is something else that I'm not proud to say, and it is that; my lover is the reason I die. He killed me.

"Why ? So that you can ditch me in the middle of whatever this is again ?" "Well, for starters this is lovemaking,” I grinned, "and I want to make up to my mate for the next two days as we do this over and over again,” I added. "You are lying,” Joy replied with narrowed eyes. "I swear. Cross my heart and hope to di- .... " "Shush,” Joy kept a finger on my lips and chided, "Don't even talk about your death. I will kill myself before I watch you die." I removed her fingers from my lips and instead took them in my mouth before sucking them off properly and then guiding them to the pink star hole which was begging to be filled.