Love Out Of Reach Novels & Stories

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.

“Doesn’t look like you’ve got a firm handle on this way, though.” “Oh, it might look that way, but…” He stepped closer to her, till their chests were almost touching, their breaths mingling as they breathed heavily, “I love to play the long game, Maeve. The really long game.” Maeve felt a shiver crawl up her spine as he spoke. For a moment, she was mesmerized at how his mouth moved and shaped with every word he said. She shook her head to snap herself out of it. What was wrong with her? “I don’t care what kind of games you like to play, Dominic. Now, can you get out? This is the women’s room.”

What if I'm underestimating her, and she's keeping up with the challenge she threw at me? I should be happy. Right? I mean, I wanted this. Damon to stay away, and me to be a high-class fashion designer. Known worldwide. If my dreams are coming through, why don't I feel ecstatic? Rather, I feel empty and alone. Although I have so many friends around. My hearing senses are being blessed with the melody of the song ' Out Of Love ' by Alicia Cara when suddenly, my car begins to make jerking movements. My brows crease as I wonder what's going on. My fuel indicator shows that my fuel tank is full enough. My car finally comes to a stop, and my mouth falls open.

I said and looked him directly in the eyes waiting for him to say something anything he looked down a bit composed himself and looked back at me. "Look I didn't want to hurt you but this past year I stopped loving you not that I wanted to but I realized never did love you but I lusted after what I couldn't get and that was you but I love Amber in a way I never felt with you." He said a tear slipped from my right eye and I quickly wipped it away I felt as if I was dying and I said the first thing that came to mind "So you are leaving me for this slut of a home wrecker what is wrong with you going for a slut and leave a decent person?!!!!" I said he looked so angry right now but what he said n

“Yes. I love you, Lydia. I realized too late that you were the only real thing I ever had.” Adrian leaned in, his lips a fraction of an inch from hers. The promise of a reconciliation that would erase three years of pain hung in the balance. Lydia’s eyes fluttered shut, her body leaning instinctively into his warmth, her heart screaming for the man she had never truly stopped wanting. Then, she remembered the girl she used to be—the one who would have crumbled at his feet for those words. She pulled back. It wasn't a sudden movement, but it was absolute. She moved out of his reach, her hands coming up to push against his chest. She moved out of his heat, her breathing shallow and ragged.

But it felt like I was fading away. I noticed my body becoming transparent, and I could see the road to the afterlife, lined with flowers. At the other end of that road, a little girl with pigtails seemed to be calling out to me, "Mom." My body started drifting uncontrollably toward the light, and behind me, I heard Zac screaming desperately. I did not want to turn back. I never owed Zac anything. But love could make people lose their way. I loved Zac for so many years.