Love Syndrome Novel Novels & Stories

These emotions were a tangle of loss, oppression, powerlessness and greed. The pieces of the game suddenly moved and I finally realized why I had said all that while it was Carlos who accompanied me during those 3 years. It was the fundamental thorn in my heart and the essence of my love, even if that love was initially misplaced. Lucy was right. Either André's appearance in my life was fate, And his purpose had been to connect me with Carlos. This conclusion led to the emergence of a crack in the carefully guarded passion I still had 9 years ago.

My vision went blank for a second, an image formed in my head before I could stop myself, his hands in her waist, her on her toes, tongues meeting, I stifled a scream. “It should have been me” I internally scream again. I let too much time pass, I should have fought harder for us, I should have. I gathered my broken heart and tear streaked face to the elevator, I knew Lorraine, before she went public, I've held her in tears, I've hugged her in pain, it's always been Matteo and Lorraine, I loved Lorraine with everything in my soul, with every inch in my body, turns out Dexter didn't need time, all he needed was a marriage certificate and fucking pizza.

Her full lips were stained with a rosy wine mark. Even someone like me, who usually has good self-control, couldn't resist. It wasn't until the knocking on the door at the entrance awakened a faint memory in me. Lorena's body froze, as if trying to remember something important that she had forgotten. "Don't go," I cursed in my mind. What kind of lousy hotel is this? Isn't it supposed to be a lovers' suite? And yet, someone is knocking on the door late at night. It's really ruining the mood.

Everything hurt, and nothing made sense. They called it a psychotic episode. I call it what it truly was. Possession. Because someone like Lloyd doesn't fall in love. He invades, infiltrates, and infects. And now? Now I sit behind padded walls, staring at the ceiling, wondering how love, or whatever that was, could end like this.

That's why Andrew didn't reply to me last night when I ask him the exact question like I thought he don't love me he was just using me from all this time. I feel like my head is shaking I was about to fall on the floor but I take the support of the table, but by mistake, I fell the vase that was on the table. Andrew noticed me, standing there, he stood up from his seat and he mumbled something before he could say any word I ran towards my room.

I’m never like this, I don’t care about others then why her? When we arrived at the cemetery, I was stunned, I didn’t expect her to come to the cemetery. Was that the reason why she was whimpering? And with the way she looked at me today, the tears and pain I saw in her eyes made me wonder if that’s how it feels when you lose someone you love. I have never loved before so I don’t know how it feels. I canceled my plans and drove back to the cemetery, I can’t leave her alone at least not when she’s all sad. When I got there, I saw her seated in front of a grave that says ‘AMELIA IAN SINCLAIR

It didn't take long for the two to fall in love. But Daniel was a broken machine. Nothing good could last when everything good was taken from him. In a few months, the relationship became identical to the one his father had had with his mother. The boy he loved was constantly attacked. Because he seemed to have enjoyed sex with the client, because he was late, because the food had gotten cold. Alone in the world, the lover endured all that.

Walking deeper into the library to find a perfect hiding place where Ed wouldn't see her. She walked out of their class when he was busy with his friends, so she had the library for herself, for just a few minutes though. She sat down on the floor, kept her bag and she quickly dung on her food. A book on the shelf near her was pink in color, so it caught her eye. She picked it up and read out the name. "Wrongly Loved or Loved Wrongly." A novel? Books were her second friend after mom, she'll read anything or everything that caught her eye.

My hands shake as I unlock our apartment door. The weight of what I've agreed to crashes over me in waves - marriage to Henry Ayles, the mysterious third billionaire. The one everyone says is different from his friends. Different or not, he's still going to be married to a lie. Mom's humming in the kitchen - actually humming. The sound stops me in my tracks. When was the last time I heard her happy like this? The two hundred thousand dollars has already changed her. Changed us.

"How to get a man of yours? Really? That's the title of the book you are reading while you parked your car on the wrong spot? He said, and everyone in the coffee shop laughed and whispered. Doloris was so embarrassed that she quickly took the book and hid it inside her handbag. She carried her handbag as she knew she could no longer come back to the coffee shop out of embarrassment. She walked out of the coffee shop like someone being chased. The stranger was right behind her. She hated him. Samantha thought she had seen someone who could be her soulmate or her lover, but clearly she was wrong. He was no gentleman at all! He was rude, he was uncultured and she hates him. He read the title of