Love Story Writer Novels & Stories

"When you truly love someone, age doesn't matter. Whether it is a difference of two years or thirty years. LOVE IS LOVE…" ~~~~~~~~~~~~ THE END ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ### Author's note: I hope you all have enjoyed the story. You can read my other stories on Goodnovel. Thanks for giving me a look at my story. My other works are as under: Forced Marriage with CEO The Mafia Emperor's Addiction The contingent Love Loved By The Mafia King Love Contract The Mysterious Bride of The Billionaire You can follow me on I*******M Wings_of_love77 Don't forget to comment and rate the story here.

she said and took a breath. “I thought I could actually love you, Alexander." Her voice was more relaxed. "I mean, during the time she softened and actually cared about me. But obviously, it was an act!" “Forgive me for being delusional and thinking that in every story like this one, a sudden marriage always begins with the man having hidden feelings for the lady. “Because I promise it's not going to happen again, so don't bother coming for me because I am done with this” she stopped and leaned forward.

Hi, I'm Ivy Sharon James. I'm an award-winning romance writer, praised for my ability to put the perfect love stories into words. Sadly, it's all words, my reality is far from what I write in my books. Trust me when I say my intense love stories put my marriage to Cole James to shame.

That was our wallpaper, the memories that we'd build up together in those ten years since I was born and my parents decided to build the cottage here in the academy where they'd met and fell in love. I grinned when I remembered the story of how my parents met. Mum was a star pupil as a guardian with the most promising prospects. Dad was a well-known charmer at Court and was pretty much irresistible. He didn't used to attend St. Vlads. Apparently he was originally in Russia but had decided that he wanted to be in the States instead because of the rumours of how amazing Mum was. In other words, Dad was the boy who flew across the world to stalk her. Mum wasn't impressed with his charming antic

i smiled and got out from the bed to read the note. FROM Your handsome husband, TO My loving wife, SUBJECT: Hi babe, Sorry for leaving so early. I have some important meetings with board members. Get discharge letters from hospital soon. George is coming there to pick up you. Waiting for you so badly..... YOUR'S LOVINGLY, AIDEN BLACK. I read it and laughed so badly... Oh god..... my stomach hurts. Then, i sat and ate my breakfast because i felt so hungry in this early morning. Suddenly, i noticed someone entering inside.

Everything was fine but nothing was good. My daughter despite being her father lives with someone else. Zoya and Sameer Bhai helped me to raise my daughter or else I don't know how I would give my daughter a mother's love. Because of my wife, one lie. I lost my first love, my wife. she was suffering from a blood clot still she hid her pregnancy news and at last because of complications I lost her. My wife left us alone. . Time Flies .

I never forget this, never. This is story about love, passion, danger, survival, happiness. I write it from heart, I write it from sleep, I write it from soul. 250,000 words, hundreds of nights, maybe tears, maybe mistakes, maybe struggle. But also joy, also pride, also love. I finish story because I want Ria and Luca safe, I finish because I want readers happy, I finish because I want to prove… I can do it. I can tell story. I can make world live in words. Thank you, all of you, for stay with me. Thank you for read every chapter, thank my mistakes, laugh with me, cry with me, feel with me. I cannot write story without you. This is your story too, because you make it real.

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_

Taking step closer to her, he held her shoulder, there was something in his eyes which made Nayab freeze and listen. "Love is just like you, pure, selfless and innocent. We don't think care about ourselves in love, all that matter is our lover's happiness." "You are only saying this because you don't want me to separate you and Qirat. I'm not that heartless. You can meet Qirat every day. I won't stop you." She whimpers. Defeated, Taimoor sigh. "I'm only saying this because it is the truth."

“And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote this story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever.” —From Moulin Rouge