Love Stories Novels & Stories

she asked exasperatedly as she begrudgingly walked back to her bed and started opening the scrolls of love again. She sighed and choose one of the brightest scrolls in front of her. She figured that the brighter the scrolls were, the greater the love shared. The scrolls of love contain stories. Stories of the matches, pairings, her mother, and all the former goddesses of the moon had made. The scrolls record everything the match had to undergo for their love, how they met and how they ended. Some of them end up happily but the ones with the greatest love shared mostly end up tragically.

I understand. "The one you wrote is called Love Story. Why did I say that it's a love story? It's because it didn't have any happy ending. Love Story is a Subgenre of Romance. It's a kind of genre with a different story point and goal to achieve something love is at stake, then it has a cruel ending at the end. Love Story shows the couple's growth and challenges in their life, which complicating with affairs." He explains, and then he sits down while staring at me. I nod at him, and it's my loss.

Love is something special we all deserve to be loved ,we come across bad people but our human nature allows us to love again.Nomatter how hurting it might be sometimes we move on and love again. Loving feels great ,makes one so happy,it makes one explore more.We all want to love and be loved everyone deserves happiness.This story is about a graduate by the name Lucinda who is going to get a job at a firm who never believed in love until she met a very good looking man who gave her true love.He showed her that really love shouldnt hurt,he had his imperfections but he tried so hard to be good for her always she finally fell in love and since then she believed in love.

Tristian and I have been together for two years. Engaged for six months. I knew he had his problems. But cheating? That’s where I draw the line. I let out a quiet scoff. That arrogant idiot. Two years of my life. And this is what I get? Yes, it started as business. But somewhere along the line… I fell for him. I was loyal. He said he loved me. I shake my head slightly. My fault for believing a man anyway. They always fail me. I take a slow sip of my wine and release a deep sigh.

The light in his eyes died instantly. But I didn't stop. "You said that sleeping apart for a week meant automatic divorce. So every time we fought—no matter who was wrong—I was the one who apologized first. Why? Because I loved you. And you took that love and used it to control me. "Do you really think we ended up here just because of Katie?

He really didn't expect that a cold person like Raymond would like love stories. "Which countries have you read about love stories from?" asked Ara later. "From Europe, from the Middle East, from China and also from India." Wrinkles began to appear, he did not expect that there would be so many love stories from other countries. "Of all the love stories, only one has a happy ending," said Raymond. "Is it true." "Yes, only pride and perjudice ended happily while the others ended tragically." Hearing her lover's story immediately made her sadness disappear, she even a

I smiled, selected a romantic film with a same-sex storyline, and sat down beside him as the movie began to play in soft hues across the room. The film unfolded through four short stories, each portraying love at different stages and in varying forms. The first story centered on two eighteen-year-old high school students, each quietly noticing the other from afar, bound by the awkward beauty of young attraction. In the shared spaces of their school, they observed each other, hearts fluttering yet hesitant, neither daring to take the first step. They existed in a delicate balance, close yet distant, until graduation loomed, and they finally confessed their feelings. Only then did they realize

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?"

"I said no, so no!" "Ah you, I've recovered," Dita said, pursing her lips. "Okay, but if your leg hurts tomorrow, let me know." "Yes, thank you." said Dita happily, unconsciously running and hugging Radya's body. She could hear Radya's heart beating fast as she hugged him. "What's wrong with your heart?" Dita teased. "You're far away," Radya quickly pushed Dita's body gently so that she no longer hugged him. For some reason, being in contact with Dita made his heart race faster, plus his blood rushed. Is that what is called LOVE? ***