Novel & Cerita Love Novel English

he began, "how are you and my cousin? Apart from the fact that your love story suddenly turned into a Meteor Garden with a twist, how is it going?" “Meteor Garden?” "Yeah. The series. That rich man who fell in love with a commoner woman. The boy's mother also does not vote for the girl. That's all, you're upside down because you're the rich girl." I just nodded. I didn't have time to watch stuff like that. “This. I guess we're staying strong. We are ready to prove to mom that even if Oxem and I become friends, I can still maintain my grades." His mouth fell open. "You and Oxem?"

Author Note: Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issue with that. Rest I could guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books which are completed until now if interested do give a look over them. Her Unloved Mate Winning My Mate Back I Belong to Him Can't Help Falling in Love. My Bride is Not a Human

Since that's the only other place she knows the road to. I kept on walking for a while my mind drifting off to when she shouted I love you, and I swear I felt my heart in my throat when I heard her. She can't love me, I don't have it in me to love anyone back... I tried the first time but it was all in vain. It was terrible actually, it ended like a fireworks show. Jade, just the thought of her name made my jaw clenched and unclenched unknowingly. That bitch, I trusted her with my life, but she came back to bite my fucking ass hard ripping off my heart in the process...

She pointed at herself I literally have no words for her right now. I hate the fact I have no words for her right now. She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend."

I love watching movies. Where I live? I live in a small town named Roselli, weird name right? But there is a legend behind it. There was a girl named Roselli, and she was in love with a guy named Roman, they were madly in love, but Roselli's father didn't approve of their love and married her off to some wealthy guy. cliché right? Roman was so heartbroken that he committed suicide by jumping off a cliff into the sea, calling out his love before jumping. Since then this town is lovers paradise, lovers around the world come to visit the spot Roman jumped from and call out their lovers name. Huh? I don't believe in all this I am in love of this place cause it's my home, there are some pristine

Her eyes filled with a certain kind of affection I couldn't place. But when Hunter got down on one knee, she looked like she was about to pass out. Hunter lifted the tiny box up with both hands and began speaking. " Michelle. We've known each other for a long while and I swear I've never been glad to meet anyone as much as I have. I want your face to be the one that I wake up to, I want your laugh to be the only thing that keeps me at ease, I want to watch you grow old and tell stories to your grandchildren. I want us to conquer the world together. So would you do me the honors and be the wife to an idiot like me?" He concluded and opened the box to reveal a diamond that sparkled even from m

he said, I blushed as I collected it, it had a tiny rose flower peeping out of it. I opened it briefly, " my love for you is like a flower, it blooms every day" were the first letters I read before closing it and tucking it into my bag. I blushed as I thought about how sweet and thoughtful it was of him. I had only met him once and I didn't assume he was romantic. , "What do you think about this setting" Ahmad asked, it was a beach setting, I had no idea what it was for. "What for?" I asked.

🌹Damien🌹 I remember the first time I realized that love was a rare commodity in our home. I was barely six years old, sitting at the long mahogany table in our grand dining room, the clatter of fine china echoing in a silence that spoke louder than any conversation. My father, Bryan Reynolds, sat at the head of the table—always impeccably dressed, his face set in a mask of stern authority—and my mother, whose laughter I once hoped would fill our home, was absent that day. I later learned that her presence was like a gentle warmth, something that made even the coldest mornings bearable. But in those early years, all I felt was the chill of my father’s disapproval, the heavy expectation that

“Ah, thank you.” Once he left, I opened the box. Inside was a small pocket-sized book. “How to Make a Woman Fall in Love Using the 5 Love Languages.” Interesting. I flipped to the first chapter and read aloud: “Step One: Show interest. Ask about her hobbies, passions, or things she enjoys doing. If she’s hesitant to share, ask someone close to her—or observe what brings her joy. Once you learn her interests, spend quality time doing those things together. This will show her that you genuinely care.”

We’d talk late into the night, sipping bourbon by the fireplace, like two men trying to understand life before it ended. One night, after a few too many drinks, I asked him, “You ever been in love?” He smiled like he’d seen a ghost. “I think I have.” I laughed. “Good. Don’t lose it. Ever. I lost mine. And I’ve never recovered.” He leaned closer, genuinely curious. “What happened?” I stared into the fire. “She was. everything. Wild and soft. Brave and complicated. We made vows, blood ones.” My voice cracked. “I let her go because I was a coward in a world built on control. But I never stopped dreaming about her. Every damn night. I see her eyes.”