Love Unbreakable Ending Novels & Stories

But at last I heard my mother say the following words: “Susan,” she said thoughtfully, “Look at this thread.Sometimes it appears, but most of it disappears in the quilt. The thread really makes the quilt strong and durable. If life is a quilt, then love should be a thread. It can hardly be seen anywhere or anytime, but it’s really there. Love is inside.”

Hugh had taken a bullet to the heart, and all his lies had finally caught up with him. It all seemed like it was meant to be. This was where it ended. No matter what came next, no matter who came for me, I was still Tasmin Sheargold. [The End.]

He fulfilled all of my dreams to creating a family together, the realization burnt more than even fire could. My heart wrenched into two. If not more than anything I wanted to have a child with Lyssa. It was nothing more but a shattered dream. This love story was messy. It was everything but; sweet and lasting. There was no beautiful ending. Right from the very beginning, there were lots of hurdles, lot of heartbreak, lot's of pain. It was going to end that same way. I felt strangely comforted tho by her words, she could never regret us. No matter how broken this love was, no matter how messy and painful it was.

No tragedy waiting around the corner. No one coming to take her away from me. Just love. Quiet. Enduring. Unbreakable. Because some stories don’t end in tragedy. Some… survive it but ours of one of a kind and wouldn't change a thing.

“If I do, I know you’ll chase me.” “Always,” he said, tightening his hold. “Even into hell.” We sat in silence, watching the sun melt into the trees. Not every story ends with a happily ever after. But this one? Ours? It began with death and lies and heartbreak. And still—it ended with love. And this time, it was forever. – The End –

"You are the unbreakable love of my life. Even if we are a thousand mountains apart, Please believe in my love. An unbreakable love..." His love for me was unbreakable. Even now, shattered and utterly alone, he knew that to be true. A thousand mountains, a lifetime of regret—none of it would ever change how he felt. He just desperately, hopelessly needed me to believe it. But I didn't. And as he sat by the river, the great and powerful Julian Thorne finally bowed his head, his shoulders shaking with silent, painful sobs, mourning the love he had found and, with his own hands, completely destroyed.

Adrian’s arms were wrapped around her, protective, possessive, tender, the perfect balance she hadn’t thought she deserved. “I’m not unlovable,” she whispered, a small laugh breaking through her exhaustion. “I… I’m not broken. Not with you.” “You never were,” he said softly, kissing the crown of her head. “You’re my strength, Luna. My fire, and nothing, not Daniel, not the industry, no one will damage you again." Adrian’s hand traced lazy patterns down her spine, grounding her, anchoring her in the safety of his arms. “I meant it, Adrian,” she whispered, her voice small in the cavern of their penthouse bedroom. “I don’t know if I know how to be loved. Every time someone gets close, it ends w

Anytime the descendants of those two lovers try to fall in love with each other the descendant of that friend always showed up to separate them or kills them. Then Rose asked the old woman that, so Andrew and she are the descendants of the two lovers? the woman said yes. The old woman told Rose to run after Andrew and she should try and explain to him about everything and one last thing Rose should stay away from the person that helped her get to the old world. Because the person is the strength of the destroyer, this statement makes Rose look at the woman straight in the face and said Lia will never help the destroy no matter what happens. The old woman said she never mentioned that Lia wil

Building something on top of ruins is never the right thing to do. We were both falling apart with the problems of our lives, and we sought comfort in the other. That was our mistake. The beginning of a story that had its end before its script was ready. He was right, but I was wrong. And loving him was like being in front of a kaleidoscope, sometimes mesmerizing, sometimes frightening. I would never end with a happy ending. Not as long as the beginning was tragic. And I knew that when, once again, his face was the last thing I allowed myself to remember before the blood ran away from my body and the forces were stolen from me. Before I broke, from the spine, to the chest, both shattered by

During a family dinner with Liam, I brought up the idea of getting married sooner and starting a family. He immediately assumed I was after his family's wealth and only wanted to marry him for his money. In front of everyone, he slapped me more than a dozen times. Then he turned around and pursued his jealous childhood sweetheart. I grabbed his hand and begged him not to leave, but in a fit of rage, he shoved me down the stairs. That shove ended up breaking both my legs and fracturing my skull. I spent a month in the ICU before I finally regained consciousness. This time, I didn’t make a scene. Instead, I called my mother overseas. "Mom, about the inheritance you mentioned last time… I