Love Story Written นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"A love that defied the odds and forged a bond strong enough to withstand even the darkest of times." As they continued to explore the contents of the box, they uncovered a series of scrolls intricately bound with silken threads, each one bearing witness to the love story that had transcended centuries of hatred and prejudice. With bated breath, they unrolled the scrolls, their eyes scanning the handwritten passages that recounted the trials and tribulations faced by Draven and Lysandra, the star-crossed lovers who had dared to defy the norms of their time.

Is that what is called LOVE? ***

Author's Foreword This story has been entered into the Doing Me to the Fullest Contest. I hope it resonates with all of you that do me the honour of reading it as well as the judges of the contest. I wrote this story for every person that till this day hold a space in their hearts for their first love. If you felt that tingle, if your heart raced, if butterflies swarmed your tummy then you will understand Valentina. Unfortunately, the harder you love, the more intense is the heartbreak. This is her story.

The Provençal sun might have set, but their love story was just beginning to shine. As the crickets sang outside the window, and the moon cast a silver glow on their intertwined bodies, Vincent whispered, "Je t'aime, Abigail." I love you. The words hung in the air, a testament to a love story that transcended time itself. And so they slept, dreaming of lavender fields, shared kisses under the olive tree, and endless days under the Provençal sun. Their love, like the lavender fields, was in full bloom, painting their world in shades of purple and gold.

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 .

We were living in the here and now, cherishing each moment as if it were a precious gift. And as we walked into the night, our footsteps in sync, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude—for the memories that had been restored, for the love that had endured, and for the promise of a future that held infinite possibilities. Our love story had been tested, rewritten, and reborn, and in its every twist and turn, it had become a tale of resilience, redemption, and the unbreakable bond between two souls destined to be together.

Each time, I loved him more. Josephine’s POV I began writing again. Pages filled with our story the real one. The version no one else knew. Not the pain. Not the bitterness. But the moments that mattered. The stolen kisses. The late-night laughter. The promise sealed in blood. The child that became a bridge. I wasn’t writing for the world. I was writing for Noah. So he’d know how loved he truly was by both of us. Noah stood at Kenneth’s grave weeks later, letter in hand, wind brushing his face like a blessing.

Writing "His Unfinished Love Story" was like talking to a friend for me. It came from a place where I was struggling with family stuff, and I didn't really have anyone to open up to—no best friends or unbiased family members. Counseling wasn't my thing, so I poured it all into this book instead.

he whispered, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her to sit on his lap. His breath hit her cheek, slow and measured and she felt something rising in her as her hands held on to his firm chest for support. Her heart pounded as he pulled her closer. She used to hate how her body reacted when he gripped her, and how \his voice turned velvet when he was in control. Now she knows she was just a lovesick fool. “You’ve got too much nervous energy in that body, mi amore,” he murmured into her ear, bringing her out of her wild thoughts.

she began, her voice filled with a youthful curiosity, "it's a legend. A love story that defied expectations, a beacon of hope that continues to inspire generations." A smile, tinged with a bittersweet nostalgia, spread across my face. Our story, once a tabloid sensation, had become a symbol of love and purpose. It wasn't just about the initial whirlwind romance or the defying of conventions; it was about the unwavering dedication, the commitment to each other and the world around them, that had defined our journey.