Love Out Of Reach Novels & Stories

I took a step back, putting distance between us. Edward looked dejected. Then, he made a request. "Can you at least let me hug you? I don't even know if she's still alive." Hearing this, I took a deep breath and shook my head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Miles. We're not that close. Aside from our first meeting, we're basically strangers. I don't want my husband to misunderstand us." His eyes dimmed instantly. Faced with my coldness, he could only stand there, looking helpless.

I leaned closer to him, feeling the steady, powerful rhythm beneath his chest. Watching Layne's retreating figure in the distance, I reached out and took Julian's hand. Being loved really was easier than loving someone. At least that was what I thought.

“With the Sorrentino family in its current state, which mafia family in New Haven would take you? “You may have polished yourself in Nassau, but to real families like ours, you’re nothing. “All these years, climbing upward, wasn’t it to prove something to me? To get my attention?” As if to prove his point, he took out his phone and held it before me. On the screen was my social media profile. The bio had five words: Waiting for a dawn. Nico smiled like a victor. “Waiting five years, what else could it be? You’re clearly waiting for me to change my mind, to give you that ‘dawn.’ “Lena, admit it. You can’t forget me. Everything you’ve done was for me to see.”

“Chloe, the doctor said Hendrick isn’t going to make it. He’s been calling your name. Please, go in and talk to him.” When I walked into the room, it was like Hendrick sensed my presence. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I stood over him, our roles reversed, everything completely different from before. Hendrick tried to speak, his voice barely a whisper. I had to lean in close to hear him. “Chloe, did you ever love me?” I looked at him and replied, slowly and clearly, “You don’t deserve his heart.” After the bidding meeting, I received a flood of offers from different companies, but I turned them all down.

Mahirap ang umaktong in love sa taong ayaw mo naman makasama sa umpisa. "I'm going to reach out for your hand, okay?" he said while slowly trying to reach out to her again. This time, hindi na siya umiwas. She braced herself for what was about to happen and what feelings she was about to feel. Surely, she expected herself to feel uncomfortable with his touch. But surprisingly, it wasn't anything she expected at all. Para pa ngang may gumapang na kuryente nang nadapo na ang kamay nito sa kamay niya.

"If you want it, you can have it right now!" He crawled forward, trying to hug my legs, but I coldly stepped away. "I want you to disappear from my life." I pried his fingers from my arm, one by one. "Bruno, your love is a debt I can't afford. And I don't want it anymore."

At the ends of those gouges, splinters of fingernail and smears of dried, dark red blood clung stubbornly. His gaze moved to the lock. The emergency release was gone, and only stripped wires hung from the empty socket. Logan's sight contracted to pinpoints. He had done that. Three days ago, he was the one who ripped out the only emergency release inside the freezer. He still remembered what he said, 'Let her stay in there and learn her lesson. Make sure she doesn't get out.' Now those words dragged through his throat, rough as a rusted blade. He staggered backward until he hit the wall, then slid down to the icy floor and buried his face in his hands.

It would harm the body, but it was worth it for my freedom. Lucas was stunned by my words and fell silent for a moment. Then, in a tone softer than I'd ever heard from him, he uttered, "I know you've always been jealous of Isabella, but I broke it off with her now. I now know how toxic she is!" The more he spoke, the more confident he became. He then looked at me, full of emotion. "And I realized that I love you, Claire," he added romantically, clearly expecting a reply.

"Lydia, I really know I was wrong. I've given it a lot of thought these past few days. It's not that I didn't love you before—I just didn't know how. Give me another chance. Let me love you properly this time, okay?" It felt like he was using every last ounce of strength to hold onto me. But I gently pried his fingers away, one by one. I smiled at him—light, carefree, utterly unburdened. "Let the past stay in the past. Don't beg me to come back. Because, honestly? Not loving you anymore feels incredible. Hope you find someone new soon. And when you do—remember this lesson. Love her properly." … As I left the hospital, I was dialing Luke's number when I heard a familiar ringtone nearby.

Maeve chewed on her lower lip as she stared at the cover of the magazine. Dominic Fitz was once again on the front page of the magazine for being the most successful businessman of the month. She stared at the cover for a while, her eyes fixed on the picture. She had not seen him in a while, not after their heated kiss in the toilet, which happened weeks ago. Actually, she saw him from afar in a couple of business events and red carpets events and parties, but that was where it all ended. She made it a point of duty to avoid him all the time. It did not help that every time she saw him, she was reminded of their kiss. It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time,