Love Past Novels & Stories

“Lust stays for a moment, love stays. Lust is impatient, love waits. Lust burns, love warms. Lust destroys, but love? Love kills” When the clock hit midnight, I gave up. I wasn’t going to find him and that made me more sad.

Their hearts, heavy with the weight of the past, were now infused with newfound hope for a future they dared to dream of together. Liam's pledge to make Bloom's life sweeter than her painful past hung in the air like a promise etched in stardust. With tenderness and sincerity, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that held the promise of a fresh start. Their mouths moved in a delicate dance, a silent vow to leave behind the mistakes of yesterday and embrace the possibilities of tomorrow.

When Pastora Vien said that the love we’re all looking for isn’t as strong as His for us, I was slugged by the truth. When I said that Love is Patient, and I can wait for the time Axl will say his love to me, there is a stronger love than that. When my father said that Love is Happiness, maybe he wasn’t really talking about the love that ends. It’s about the Love that’s never ending. It is about Him. Masuyo pa rin akong yakap-yakap ni Pastora habang binubuhos ko ang mga luha ko. Lord, I was never there. I never really believed you, but I hope I’m not yet late. Please, let me in.

She beamed at me from across the room, her cheeks flushed with enthusiasm. I took a deep breath, rolling my eyes at the sudden festivity. Valentine’s Day, a day to be reminded that romance could be a fairy tale for others but a tired story for me. The dream’s ghost whispered at the back of my mind, and I shoved it aside with a sigh. Emma pointed at the poster plastered near the bulletin board. It featured two clocks perfectly synchronized, below the tagline: The Perfect Lover. "Isn't it romantic?" Emma gushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “If I could, I wish... well, maybe someday I’ll find someone like that.” She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movi

“Pierce-“ “You were right, in a way. I didn’t know. I was incredibly stupid to not notice that you love me. I giess it was easy, I’ve never had someone in my life to be sble to identify the signs-“ “Loved.” I stated. “What?” “Loved, Pierce. I lovED you. Not anymore , it’s past tense.”

Damon left the coffee shop as happy as anyone could be. He had just bagged himseelf the hottest date ever. He felt proud of himself. He walked back to the office and had a slight spring in his step. Everything was going perfectly. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Her long brown curly hair, her beautiful accented voice and her piercing blue eyes. She was a tease and he loved it. The office was almost closed. Logan was still packing up. He always headed home late. He was a real workaholic.

Louise Throughout this day of passion, I plunge into the abyss of our desires, a freefall without end, where the intimacy between us becomes a silent symphony, a language that only our bodies and souls can understand. Each exchanged glance is a promise, each brush a spark that ignites my senses. We are bound by a tacit, deep, almost primitive understanding: love, friendship, and desire are not opposing forces, but facets of the same gem, brilliant and indestructible. Together, they weave a web of emotions so intense they seem to defy time itself.

She ended the call. Damian listened to the beeping tone of the disconnected call. His hands were shaking. He closed his eyes and leaned against the back of his chair, and tried to calm down. Bella slipped her phone back into her pocket and walked through the gates without looking back. The second some other woman had waltzed into their relationship, she'd known the truth—the boy who'd once loved her with wildfire intensity was gone forever. Right now, she just wanted to leave all of this behind and start over elsewhere.

"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.

He whispered, cupping Justine's tear stained face. He stared at him for a long time, heart aching to see someone so precious as Justine breaking down in front of his eyes. "You know what's your only fault?" He wiped his tears as he smiled at him. "Your only fault is loving someone so much...someone who doesn't deserve your love." Bob was crying as he smiled at the brunet. "But even that isn't something you should be sorry about." Bob wiped the tears on Justine's eyes. "Because loving is never wrong." He placed a kiss on Justine's forehead, cradling him close to him.