Love Story Writer Novels & Stories

I pleaded as my hands caressed down her hair romantically. “You weren't expecting me?” she asked, frowning a little bit. I knew prolonging the conversation would result in another disagreement. Before she could continue her nagging, I leaned close to her, my lips sucking in the words from her mouth. “I love you,” I whispered, my eyes piercing into hers. I could see the smile tugging by the side of her lips. The knocking on the door disrupted our romantic atmosphere. “Who is it?” I asked, with a hint of frustration in my voice.

I love stories a lot. Do you? Since I have been writing this diary of my life, I have been able to create wonderful stories that has touched both of us deeply. Do you agree? Now, I ask, who doesn’t love a short love story about meeting random people? Especially the very unique ways that people can get connected together without putting much efforts.

"Ishh, I want to tell you. Listen!" "What story? About your ex again? Haven't moved on from him yet?" Evi had guessed first. Lately, Dita had been talking about her ex, whom she had dumped for cheating on her while she was still dating him. Dita was the one who decided, she was also the one who was gamon. "No, I've moved on," Dita lied. In fact, she still loves and hopes that her ex will return to her. "Good. So, what's the story?" Evi asked, adjusting her sitting position comfortably.

I asked him. His hand stopped caressing my thighs, "Of course you can. Our love story is an interesting piece don't you think so? Who knows professor in the future might share our love story in their history class because it was so unique and remarkable." "Like Cleopatra and Anthony?" I added. He was taken aback at first. He didn't want to agree but in the end, he did. "A love story that starts in deception," I murmured. "Our beginning doesn't matter. The end does and I will make sure that we won't."

"Janet, my love, I can't help but imagine a future where I pour my heart and soul onto the pages, immortalizing our journey together. I want to capture every moment, every emotion, and share it with the world. Our love story deserves to be told." Janet's eyes sparkled with a mixture of pride and affection as she listened to Lucas's heartfelt words. She leaned in, her lips grazing his ear in a playful whisper. "Oh, my dear Lucas, I have no doubt that your words will weave a tapestry of love and longing, captivating readers far and wide. Your transition from a lawyer to a writer will be a testament to the power of following your heart's true calling. I can't wait to see our story unfold within

she said. "Good to know that you trust me. By the way, I'm curious to know how you and Alejandro met and if you don't mind, I would like you to just tell me the story of how your love story started just so we can kill time," I suggested and the look on her face changed as soon as I asked.

she suggested, everyone there nodding in agreement. "I apologize for the interruption. This is my wife, Ashleigh Cagliari. We recently got married" Adrian said, raising up their interlocked hands and rubbing it gently with his other palm. "Amore, these are my clients who have come for contract signing " he leaned and whispered in her ear, his hands leaving their interlocked ones to rest on the small of her back firmly.

Andrew A/N: Mature scenes ahead, it's my first time writing such a scene so please don't mind But I got a feeling that he might be okay for now, all I can hope that he is not in any kind of trouble. I made my way to my room as I open the door, I saw my love standing at the balcony. I silently locked the door and tiptoed towards elina, she surprised when I hugged her from back, I slowly kissed her neck and then shoulder, I easily felt the goosebumps on her skin because of my touches and kisses.

I knew I could not let this day define me, no matter how heavily the weight of my circumstances pressed upon me. Slowly, I opened my journal that I had kept hidden away since the wedding, its pages a repository of dreams, regrets, and quiet rebellions. I began to write, letting the ink flow freely as I poured out every thought that churned in my heart. I wrote about the hollowness of the vows, the cold finality of the exchanged rings, and the emptiness behind every forced smile. I wrote about Damien’s distant demeanor—how, in his eyes, I saw not love, but a calculated obligation. And I wrote about Ethan, about the bittersweet hope he represented, even as the future seemed to close in around

The realisation hit me like a ton of bricks after he had told yet another woman that he would never be their love story, that they should find some other fool to be a meal ticket to fame and fortune. I had felt smug at first. Knowing Kain was turning them away. Then that feeling turned into jealousy whenever he would flirt and kiss someone in front of me. Not to mention those late-night parties of his. These emotions were unknown to me at first. Then slowly, I understood. There was absolutely no way I could ever confess. Never. Kain would abandon me in a heartbeat. He keeps no one who confesses their feelings around for any period of time. The moment you fall in love with him, it is over. No