Love Story English Language Novels & Stories

“Is he an older guy? A businessman? A prince in disguise?” Arthur wiggled his brows. “Or maybe you're secret lover.” Ashleigh choked on her drink. “What?! No!” James leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “So you’re telling us you’re completely platonic with this guy?” “Yes,” she said firmly, causing the enthusiasm on their faces to fade into disappointment. James groaned, flopping back against the couch. “Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless..... how could I forget that you’re unromantic.” Ashleigh frowned. “Excuse me?”

We’d talk late into the night, sipping bourbon by the fireplace, like two men trying to understand life before it ended. One night, after a few too many drinks, I asked him, “You ever been in love?” He smiled like he’d seen a ghost. “I think I have.” I laughed. “Good. Don’t lose it. Ever. I lost mine. And I’ve never recovered.” He leaned closer, genuinely curious. “What happened?” I stared into the fire. “She was. everything. Wild and soft. Brave and complicated. We made vows, blood ones.” My voice cracked. “I let her go because I was a coward in a world built on control. But I never stopped dreaming about her. Every damn night. I see her eyes.”

After several long moments where Nyla felt like she was about to explode, they broke apart, both panting. Nyla blurted out, “I don’t know what romantic love is, Eason, but I know I’m happiest with you, and it hurts to think of being apart. And that kiss did something funny in my chest I don’t think I can explain.” Eason broke out into a shining grin Nyla could see even in the darkness. “I’ll take it.” He leaned down and kissed her again under the light of the stars.

Back to sipping wine. 🌷🌺❤️❤️❤️ They lock eyes across the table. Everything around them fades away. They are in a universe all their own. Lost in the depths of each other’s eyes. She can feel his desire, he hers. But it is not lustful. Calm, gentle, controlled. With a sense of longing to escape forever into that universe around them.

Then I say I don't believe it, he then tells me an absurd story that Eduardo is already engaged, and that it belongs to his sister, because according to him Eduardo has even slept with her, and she is only seventeen. Of course I didn't believe it, and then he makes me talk to Helena, who speaks terrible Portuguese! Finally I informed her that I speak perfect English, so to my utter horror she is even more aggressive, and just makes a point of throwing everything in my face to hurt me and show that Eduardo never loved me because he never wanted to get laid with me! It's just that she, Helena, was already his wife, with barely a week, and that he said she's perfect because she was his sweet vi

नज़रें बोलें दुनिया बोले दिल की ज़बाँ हाय दिल की ज़बाँ इश्क मांगे इश्क चाहे कोई तूफां हाय (The eyes speak, the world speaks the language of the heart, the language of the heart Love wants and desires for a storm)

Not Ready I bit my lips hard and blink my eyes to stop my emotions. "W-Well..." I smiled slightly with bitterness shown in my eyes. I could not even look at him properly and straight away because my tears would probably fall from the pain. "I..I hope we're cleared about that now, Logan. I'm sorry because I-I do love you so much without a hoax. I'm sorry for assuming that you also love me like what I've felt for you just like what you're always doing for me to make me happy and contented. Hopefully, anyway..." I swallowed hard, I was holding back my tears to fall even though I knew it was nearly showing on the edge of my eyes. "...I wish I didn't fight back then, I wish I hadn't--"

The world around us faded into the background, leaving only the two of us wrapped in each other's arms. In that moment, as we twirled and swayed, I felt an overwhelming sense of belonging and completion. Roman's love had filled the voids in my heart, and together, we had created a love story that defied all odds. With every step, every touch, and every beat of our hearts, our love blossomed, radiating its warmth and beauty to the world. And as we danced beneath the moonlit sky, I knew that our love story was far from over. It was just the beginning of an extraordinary adventure, where our love would continue to grow, strengthen, and conquer all obstacles.

"Lawrence, you silly, wonderful man. I don't mean that you saved me from those other men." "Then what did you mean?" "Before you, I was without a guiding star," she replied. "When you took me into your arms, that sense of being lost vanished. I knew I wanted you and no one else, even though I did not yet understand the depth of that desirethat love." She ducked her chin a moment before defiantly raising it back up. "I am told the English do not speak so openly of love, but I do. I love fiercelyI love you fiercely. It is not in my nature to question my heart or its mysterious desires." Zehra lifted her chin to gaze at him. "Do you feel that way about me?"

“Romeo and Juliet” the English lecturer, Madam Lisa stands in front of the entire class and begins her explanation. “It’s a tragic love story by William Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet were supposed to be sworn enemies but they fall in love…” Gina and rest of the class students listens to her and also notes down important words and points. “So they kill themselves because they cannot cope with being separated from one another.” Madam Lisa concludes with a sad look. Some of the students felt sad at this tragic love story while Amy yarns and covers her mouth hiding from the teacher’s sharp eyes not wanting to gain her attention.