Love Never Falls Novels & Stories

‘It’s going to be okay, I promise’ she said reassuringly, but I knew it wouldn’t be. I tried to pull myself together, telling myself it was a loveless marriage after all. It was a loveless marriage, but I felt so betrayed and stupid. I felt so angry seeing that girl on top of him, I liked the way his lips felt against mine. I longed to be in his arms all day long, I thought of him every time. I replay the first time he kissed me in my head to remember how good his lips felt against mine. My heart skips a beat whenever I see him. I don’t think this is a loveless marriage anymore. I think I am falling in love with Aaron Carson.

It should feel like freedom. Instead, it feels like falling. Maybe that's what love is. Choosing to fall and trusting someone to catch you. Even when the ground is rushing up to meet you. Even when you're not sure there's anything left to land on. Even when every logical part of you screams that this is a terrible idea. You fall anyway. And hope like hell it's worth it.

Because you are scared. “I am not scared,” I argue. You are terrified. Tears blur my vision. “I loved my mom,” I say. “She left.” My voice shakes badly now. “I love him too. And I have not even said it. And now everything is wrong.” I bend forward, hands on the floor. “Why do I never get what I love?” I shout. My voice echoes in the room. Silence answers. I breathe hard. “If I go to him, I will fall. If I stay away, I still fall.”

There’s such a sad love Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel Open and closed within your eyes I’ll place the sky Within your eyes There’s such a fooled heart Beatin’ so fast In search of new dreams A love that will last Within your heart I’ll place the moon Within your heart As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Every thrill is gone Wasn’t too much fun at all But I’ll be there for you When the world falls down Falling Falling down Falling in love I’ll paint you mornings of gold

The day after my twin sister died in an accident, I married her fiancé, the man who was supposed to be my brother-in-law. That very day, Mark Zeller printed thousands of copies of my sister's death report and told everyone I was the real murderer. Because of this, everyone despised me, and my parents immediately disowned me. After we got married, he was constantly in the tabloids with his flings and brought countless women home. He'd make me stand by the bedroom door, listening to them making love. Then, after he was done, he'd make me take photos of him and his lovers in bed. I silently endured it all. My only request was to have a baby with him. Mark scoffed. "Gloria Hale, how can y

"I've already made it clear that I'll never love a maid again, especially not one as foolish as you. But I must admit, your lips have a unique taste. Is it vanilla?" Taken aback by his sudden praise, I can't recall him ever uttering such kind words before. A warm blush spreads across my cheeks as I smile. This, at least, is evidence that I'm making progress. The more he denies his feelings, fighting against them and insisting he's not in love with me, the more he surrenders. Yet, he remains oblivious to this fact, and I have no intention of enlightening him. I want him to fall even deeper, to be consumed by a love that knows no bounds.

Before we ended the call, Julia asked skeptically, "Can you really stand to leave him?" I could not help but laugh—a dry, hollow sound. Love him? I had fallen out of love with Charles ages ago. He was nothing but an object of my loathing. There were countless nights I fantasized about giving him a taste of his own medicine. However, patience was key. ... The wedding of the century was a spectacle for the whole city, broadcasted for all to see. Freed from my gilded cage, I made a beeline for the train station. Settled in a quiet corner, I watched the ceremony unfold on my phone.

“ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

she whispered. The officiant smiled warmly. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. May your love be everlasting and blessed.” Thunderous applause filled the ballroom. Rafael looked at Aurora, then gently cupped her face. Aurora closed her eyes, and Rafael kissed her softly. The applause grew louder, cheers of joy filling the room. Aurora felt as if the world had stopped. In that kiss, all pain, fear, and the darkness of their past seemed to disappear. All that remained was Rafael’s pure and warm love the love that made her feel safe and completely cherished.

My foot slipped. I felt the ladder tilt and time slowed down like I was the star in some low-budget superhero film. The ground felt impossibly far away. Is this it? I thought. Am I seriously going to die from an eight-step fall? No first kiss. No prom. Just splat—bulb girl meets gravity. I squeezed my eyes shut. But instead of smashing into concrete, I landed in… arms? Strong, steady arms. I blinked and looked up. It was the guy from across the street.