Love Stories Books Novels & Stories

“Porsche naman. Hindi na mabiro. Balik na nga lang ako sa pagiging Pambansang Bestfriend ulit. Pa-kiss nga ako.” Life is hard and scary so you need someone by your side, whether that someone is your friend, family, partner or all of them. So is love, kaya ang love ay hindi puwede sa mga taong duwag dahil ang takot ay ginagawa nilang excuse pero ang totoo ay tamad silang mag-effort mag-take ng risk, at ipakita ang sincerity nila para sa kanilang minamahal. -OH MY END!- Bonus: Tips Para Maka-Move On sa Kabiguan Ayon sa “Love is a Horror Story”

His birthday was upcoming in some days. He wanted to spend his birthday with his love. But now he didn't want to see her face. The more you love someone the more you feel hurt. He was feeling needles prickled in his heart. He was suffocated by the thought of her loving someone else. And he was feeling enraged by her lies and fake care. She behaves as she loves him and she cares for him. He thought he was so lucky to have a loyal and loving girlfriend, but now he knew it was all just her lies.

" Melissa stop it , don't ever use such dangerous words so easy , I love you Melissa and you know I would never do anything that would hurt you , but I don't think your dad's ever gonna listen to me. This time around, he's bent on your marriage with him . They were once childhood friends . Melissa, I don't think this is something I can stop " Melissa gripped her hair tight trying to pull them out to lessen the pain her heart was feeling . What about the true love stories she had read in books when she was younger, this wasn't how true love was being found . It's rubbish , arrant nonsense. But the worst part there was nothing, absolutely nothing her mom would do to change her father's heart .

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Familiar. "Come in," I said, already knowing who it was. Lance entered, coat dusted in vineyard earth, looking like he hadn't slept in days. "I brought you books," he said. "I already read all the ones you sent last time." "These are the uncensored ones." He placed a small stack on the table, poetry, political strategy, even a thin paperback novel titled The Bride That Ran. His humor was drier than usual. I raised an eyebrow. "Trying to keep me entertained or trying to send a message?"

🌹Aurora 🌹 The following days were different—different in a way that sent a strange warmth curling through my chest, a slow-burning fire that I wasn’t sure I wanted to put out. Damien and I weren’t suddenly in love, nor had we solved all the problems that stood between us, but something had shifted. It started with small things.

She suggested, "Why don't you just divorce her? Then, we can be together openly, without hiding anymore." To her surprise, Reynold looked at her with disgust and shoved her away harshly. He snapped, "What are you talking about? Have you lost your mind?" He continued, "Adrianna is my wife—how could I possibly divorce her? Just leave—I don't want to see you anywhere near me or her ever again. I don't want to upset her." Monica's expression froze as she asked in disbelief, "What did you say? Reynold, didn't you tell me I was your favorite?"

Our story is a love song that echoes through time, a melody that will never fail to move us. And so, with hearts overflowing with love, I close my eyes and allow the peace and happiness of this moment to envelop me. Our journey continues, guided by the love that brought us together from the beginning, and I could wish for nothing more. Together we will face tomorrow with the certainty that our love is the force that will guide us forever.

Lia said "Jake is really nice, I wish Christian treat me like that." "Christian again.. Jake is not Christian and Christian is not Jake." Lia said "I know." "He hurt me like multiple times but he still the one who keep my heart." I sighed "I don't know why you love him so much, he doesn't even treat you right." Lia said and she got the point "I know, I even ask myself." I said "Weird, it's like heaven already match you two but you first who fall in love." She said

Only the pages of her favorite books did portray what true love looked like. The ideology of love was written in ink and laid to rest in the warm pages of hard, leather jacket books which were found in the cold, dusty shelf of an old library. There it laid, buried and not to be exhumed. What made her think mere mortals could find love? Romeo and Juliet's love story was one hell of a kind but it would never be real. At least, not in her lifetime or anyone else's.