Love Story Reader Novels & Stories

he asked, lifting one brow, clearly unconvinced. I sighed and looked away. "Because it wouldn't work. We'd get tired of each other in a week. And I know you, Jim. You say you love me, but is it really me you love? Or the money and connections I bring with every campaign, every shoot?" His face fell, the corners of his lips twitching downward. "That's a cruel thing to say, Julliane. I really do love you, you know." "I believe you—partly," I admitted. "But your kind of love feels more like possession. Like keeping your most valuable asset close. That's not the kind of love I want. It's not the kind I deserve."

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

His other hand stayed locked at her waist, keeping her pinned exactly where he wanted her. Larissa’s lips parted on a shaky exhale. The room still spun in lazy, drunken circles, but his voice was low and rough, nothing like Finn’s. She didn’t want to know if it wasn’t Finn, she just wanted the fantasy to hold just a little longer. “Please…”

she whispers loudly, “blink twice.” Alexander laughs softly through the speaker again. I hate both of them. “Tomorrow,” Alexander says smoothly before I can disconnect. “Nine a.m. Don’t be late, sweetheart.” Then the line goes dead. I stare at my phone in disbelief. The audacity. “The sweetheart thing would absolutely work on me by the way,” Emily says helpfully. I glare at her. She drops dramatically into the chair opposite my desk. “So,” she says excitedly, “office romance?” “There is no romance.”

Our happiness today was in no small part due to their love, support, and sacrifice. Thanks to them, we could now live the love story we truly deserved. _THE END_

she said and I nodded "boudi you know I was reading a story on wattpad the Story's name is crazily in love with you and the writer is Aadhya Sengupta." she said "Did it's my Story? I'm the writer of it.. That's the story of my past.." I said and she is shocked "boudi you're the writer? Boudi you don't know dada is your fan.. He only read your stories once I was talking about it and he started reading it.. He was reading all of your stories." she said

“Out loud. Start to finish. Every word.” Her mouth went dry. “Professor—” “Elias,” he corrected, voice low. “When it’s just us. And yes. Read.” She swallowed. Took the pages from his hand. Her fingers brushed his—warm, deliberate—and a shiver raced down her spine. She started. “Wuthering Heights is not merely a story of doomed love; it is a brutal examination of obsession, of bodies and souls twisted together until neither can breathe without the other…”

For within the realm of love, magic resides, and it is in the embrace of love that we find our truest selves. And so, I bid you adieu, dear reader, with a heart overflowing with gratitude and a spirit brimming with hope. May the pages of your own love story be filled with wonder, passion, and a love that transcends the boundaries of time. With love and gratitude, Luna

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th

"I love you." I stared up at him in surprise at the sudden confession. I blinked profusely and I felt my heart speed up at the warm smile that he was giving me. The love that radiated from his smile was heart-warming and I couldn't help but smile back at him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged his head down so that our foreheads and noses touched. "I love you too, Ali. Always know that. You'll always have a special place in my heart that no one will ever be able to replace."