Love Story Long นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I pursed, run my hand through my hair and then let my eye gaze at the man I was happy for, the man that I had called father and loved. “Was this the reason you wanted me to stay away from Jeffery?” I furrowed my brow. “How did this all happen, I want to know everything and no more lies. Why the fuck am I her daughter? How am I not the daughter of the mother I know, tell me everything I need to know!” “Louisa was my first love, I met her in high school, but because of because of my rich background, I was forced to marry another lady which was the mother you knew.” He started narrating and I just listen in silence and tears.

Not a survival story. A love story. Finally, Fully Ours.

I tried holding myself back from approaching her so I wouldn't anger her further, but the last bit of that restraint shattered when I saw Liam trying to kiss her this night. > Yas was still staring at me. Her arms crossed tight over her chest, her knuckles turning white where she gripped her own elbows. She looked smaller than I remembered and the shadows under her eyes told me she hadn't been sleeping well either. "Say it again," she finally whispered. I stepped closer, slowly and carefully, making sure I don’t ruin this moment. "I love you, Yas." My voice cracked on her name… "I have been trying to tell you for days. I have been losing my mind trying to get you to just… just look at me, ju

Daisy asked Ahaz in a whisper. “Tim and Jordan.” Both of them chuckled silently. “Which one of you is jumping so highly?” Mr Colt gritted his teeth, hiding his pink cheeks and trying to act bold. “No no, it’s okay, Mr Colt. It’s good anyway. We’d try romance this time.” Mrs Lovely blinked and turned her attention towards the students. “Let’s take Romeo and Juliet’s story. It’s short and an inspirational romance, after all, is it good?” “Yes, yes!”

In her place was a woman who had survived, grown, and learned that love was never about possession, control, or fear. We had gone from enemies to toxic lovers, from betrayal to heartbreak, from escape to cautious reunion, and finally, to a love that was safe, respectful, and enduring. We had learned that love could be messy and painful—but worth every step if both hearts were willing to grow. As I looked at him—my husband, my partner, the father of my children—I smiled and whispered, more to myself than to him: This time, it’s real. This time, it’s ours.

Settle. Then— Quietly: “And why are you telling me this?” A long silence. Longer than before. Then— “…because I love you, John.” The words landed harder than anything else today. Even the warrant. Even the threat. “I didn’t show it,” she continued. “I know that.” “I hurt you.” “I chose the wrong side.” Her voice cracked—just slightly. “But I’m telling you now…” “You don’t have time.” “You don’t have options.” Another pause.

"I remember those days when love stories held me captive, just as they do to you now." Intrigued, I turned to face her, eager to hear more about her experiences. "Tell me, Freda," I urged, "what is it about love that captivates you? What makes it so beautiful?" Freda's expression softened, and she gazed into the distance, lost in her memories. "Love, my dear Sandra," she began, her voice carrying a gentle nostalgia, "is a force that transcends time and space. It has the power to move mountains and heal the deepest of wounds. It is both delicate and resilient, fragile yet enduring."

Together, they built a life filled with adventure, exploration and the certainty that their love was eternal. Their story became a timeless tale of love, whispered in night whispers, and shared between immortal lovers. Their legacy endured through the centuries, reminding the world that true love, when nurtured with magic and surrender, can transcend all barriers, and defy the passage of time.

maybe not just friends more than friends but less than a couple! I knew one thing from a very young age I wanted a love story of my own like my parents. My parents' story was quite fascinating for me. My father fall in love with my mother in Delhi when he was going to the "Supreme Court" for some work. Back then my mother was a school teacher at a school in Delhi. They met in a restaurant in Delhi, the place was crowded at that time my mother was waiting for Malhotra uncle and my father was waiting for his colleague. Apparently, only one table was available at that time and there was raining outside so, they had to share a table and Baba started the conversation with Ma, Ma was nervous at fi

Love and lies (Her love story) Episode 45 After exchanging pleasantries with different CEO's and high figures Lisa didn't hesitate to leave the venue and went to the balcony to meet Liam who was waiting for her, It can be said that she didn't want to stay at that banquet even for a moment Liam saw her as he stretched out his hand while Lisa went over and hugged him “It must be very hard” He said as he touched her hair “Is not so hard just not used to things like this, and I can't wait to go home” Lisa said leaning on him as Liam hugged her waist