Love Novels Love Live Novels & Stories

Leela finally said. "What?!" Livia perked up instantly. 'Finally-one of your dirty secrets will be mine, Brown!' "Have you ever heard of the show Love Story on Lystra TV?" Leela asked. Livia shook her head. "It's a program where someone proposes to the person they love." "Don't tell me... Assistant Brown proposed to someone on that show?" Livia's eyes went wide. Or... was he rejected? Oh, if that were true, that would be gold.

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.

"I don't need you to do anything." "Bruno, you still don't get it," I said slowly. "I stopped loving you a long time ago." "I'm in love with Lorenzo. I love him." His pupils constricted, his face turning deathly pale. "You..." "Impossible. You can't fall in love with someone else that fast," he said, frantic. "You loved me for ten years." "So what?" I sneered. "You trampled on me for ten years." Hearing this, Bruno completely lost control and lunged, trying to drag me away by force.

She spoke gently to his grave She said “and if life ever happens for us again “ Fight, fight for what you want, fight for the people you cherish, fight with your whole strength. You were such an amazing man and the little time life gave us chance , you gave me life. Poor orphan that had no family, you gave me hope , you redeemed me and I felt home was you. Even in your grave I will forever love you… She whispered, “Thank you for loving me, even when love lied.” She placed a small notebook at the base of the headstone.

Just as Reynold reached the hospital entrance, Monica appeared, blocking his way. She said, "Reynold, I've been waiting for you!" She approached him with tears streaming down her face. "Is Adrianna upset with you because of me? I know it's wrong, and I hate hurting her, but I love you! I need you! I can't live without you!" She suggested, "Why don't you just divorce her? Then, we can be together openly, without hiding anymore."

Just then, two people, I presume to be a couple, walk by, holding hands. I'm staring from my room's window, which is upstairs. So, they don't know that someone is spying on them from above. I watch the lady laugh at the things the man is saying, and I smile again. "Isn't it funny? "I question my ginger cat, as I stare back at my computer. It is funny... It's funny how in all my books... Most of them actually, I make my characters find love and find the ones who will spend and share their happily ever after forever with them.

I closed the door softly. She was still staring out the window. “Is this what you plan on doing to me? Keep me locked up like some animal, all because I want to see the man I love?” Her words cut deep. She still loved him. “Ben.” She spun around, her blue eyes filled with tears. “Let me mourn the man I love… that’s all I’m asking for, Nolan,” she whispered softly. Even in death she still loved him.

My head throbbed and I felt a dull pain at the site where the needle had pierced me. I kept my eyes shut as I heard the sound of people talking. They were speaking Italian. Two men, maybe three. “.....non capisco perché dobbiamo ternela viva,”one muttered. (I don't understand why we have to keep her alive) Hell no. “Perché è il punto debole di Lombardi,”another voice snapped. (Because she's Lombardi’s weak spot) A third voice, a younger one, joined in. “Prima di ucciderla, potrei farmi in giro. E carina, no?” (Before we kill her, I might take a ride. She's pretty no?)

Power asked, already knowing the answer would come only after Love broke or transcended. In her crystal prison, Love whispered names she could speak but not feel: "Kieran. Dimitri." The isolation lottery had begun with its worst possible winner. Or perhaps, its most necessary one.

Anyhow she spoke up, "I won't.. I promise to you, Daniel. You are the only one whom I choose to spend my life with. I can't lose you, my love. Iam afraid as much as you. We need each other to exist and live this life to the fullest. They say that Love is not only about kisses, it's about sharing pain, spreading positivity, kissing their scars, knowing the darkest secrets, less sacrifices, more understanding. I love you but I know you love me more, no matter what I say. Then how could I leave you when you become my existence?"