Love Rekindled Novel Novels & Stories

“You made it easy.” Silence. Only the hum of the city outside filled the room. He looked at her, really looked, as if trying to find traces of the girl he once loved. But that girl was gone. In her place stood a woman who had learned that even broken hearts can be rebuilt with a little fire. “I heard you started your own company,” Adrian said finally, his tone low. “And now you’re proposing a partnership?” “That’s right,” she said, sliding a file across his desk. “Your new expansion needs what my firm offers. I thought it was time our paths crossed again.”

Jasper whispered against her skin as they moved together. She closed her eyes, letting the rhythm carry her. “I remember the way you hold me... and the way you never let go.” Surrendering to the moment, their union was fierce and tender - an unspoken promise woven through whispered names, shared gasps, and the raw declaration of rekindled love. They moved as one, breaking free from the shadows that once haunted them, forging a new bond sealed in fire and vulnerability. Afterward, tangled in sheets and soft sighs, Sarah rested her head against Jasper’s chest.

“When you didn’t answer any of my calls? I swallowed. “I can imagine.” I replied. “No, you can’t,” he snapped. Then caught himself. “I’m sorry. I just… you matter, Lovia. So damn much.” There it was again—that fire between us, slow-burning, but never dying. He leaned closer, cleaning the burn gently, but his knuckles brushed my ribs. His fingers trembled. “I should finish dressing these,” he said, voice suddenly husky. “You’re trembling,” I murmured.

"I'll make sure you recover, Serena. I promise you'll be you again." Had he finally realized my love for him hadn't recovered? But honestly, I didn't mind either. I just felt nothing toward Jude and Oliver, and I could still be easily moved by others or cry at a TV show. If I did recover, my subconscious told me it would hurt terribly. I didn't want that kind of pain. "No need. I'm fine with this." "No way. You loved me so much, so you can't just stop loving me." "But the experiment hurt a lot. It felt like my brain was being churned in a washing machine over and over. Every nerve was in pain, and I don't want to go through that again."

A thank you for allowing me to be reborn to see the errors of my ways. We had to lose each other only to come back again stronger. Newer. Both of us, intertwined by fate, bound by our choices. Our love. And this was only the beginning. THE END

he mumbled. "Anything. Tell me what you've been thinking since we broke up. Talk about Tanya, even. Or where you've been these last few weeks," I blurted, desperate to keep him awake. He went quiet, and I panicked, thinking he'd passed out. But then, his voice, barely a whisper: "Rea, I really do love you." I froze, staring at his pale, blood-smeared face. I couldn't say anything. "You were the only girl I ever really liked. Since I met you, no one else... even felt like a woman to me."

I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms, desperate to hold onto something—anything—that wasn’t slipping away like water through my fingers. I was frozen in place, a ghost watching a life that could never be mine. It’s been so many years since the last time I saw him... The last time I looked into his eyes... The last time I saw him smile... My whole life, I thought I had moved on from him. I believed that his betrayal was enough to make me hate him, enough to erase the love I once felt. But it wasn’t. They are meant for each other. They reincarnated into ordinary lives—not lives of luxury or abundance—but still, somehow, they always find each other.

And yet, here he was again, worming his way back in like poison I once mistook for wine. “I should throw you out of this car,” I said evenly. “Then why haven’t you?” And just like that, he leaned in and kissed me. Hard. It was the kind of kiss that tasted like the past, wild and dangerous, with no room for reason. My hands fisted in his shirt before I even realized I have moved. His fingers gripped my waist, and everything else… Nathaniel, Lillian, the betrayal… drowned beneath the rush. I gasped against his mouth. “Not here…”

And it has brought them together again — one final time. A tragic, intoxicating love story set in the heart of winter — where fate, curses, and memory collide. Will love conquer the curse this time… or will the past repeat itself in blood and ruin? ✨ Coming soon: The Lycan's Flame (Book 1 Of The Eternal Bond Series)

"Maybe that's one of them, Reo. However, you need to believe ... if I really love you for no reason." "Actually, what was your motivation for wanting to be gay like me, Jack?" "At first I thought, if I can't heal you, then I'll follow in your footsteps. However, since last week, I've been trying to find the best way. God is so good, so give me directions. I love you, and I want to be happy with you." A tear fell from Reo's eye. He was moved, happy, surprised, all those feelings were mixed in his heart. Reo never expected if his love would be reciprocated so quickly.