Love Unspoken Novel Quinn Novels & Stories

Lily sat at the coffee shop, sipping her latte and scrolling through her phone. She had always loved this place – the cozy atmosphere, the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of the barista's steaming milk. It was her safe haven, her escape from the chaos of her life. As she looked up from her phone, she caught sight of James walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him – tall, handsome, and charming as ever. He was her best friend Sarah's fiancé, and Lily had been secretly in love with him for years.

Quentin crushed his cigarette against the trash can and tossed the butt inside, then turned and walked in the direction Noelle had gone. Noelle was in the bathroom, washing her face, when a shadow appeared in the doorway. "There are no photos. I lied. You don't need to be afraid. Even if I had them, I'd never show them to anyone. Whether you believe me or not, I truly love you. There will never be another Xyla. All my love belongs to you. If you want the stars, I won't offer you the moon. Just come back to me!" Quentin took a deep breath, his emotions swirling, barely able to hold himself together. His eyes began to glisten.

She shook her head vehemently. “No Theo, you didn’t hurt me. I just… I just haven’t really been loved since I was little. No one has truly shown me love and I’ve not been able to love anyone as well. But I’m falling for you Theo and I don’t want to stop.” She said, melting my heart. I pulled her close to me, making her fall on my chest. I brought her face up and place a lingering kiss on her forehead.

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

For Quinn. Quinn.

I know that I sounded so desperate but that was my heart speaking. Quinn suddenly pulled away from me, giving me a painful look. "Are you kidding?! Do you want me to pretend again? Do you still love her after all these years? Well, lo and behold, I'm not her!" I stared at her in confusion but before I could open my mouth, her next words instantly stunned me. "I'm not Stella!" she said, dropping her hazel green eyes miserably, her voice was filled with distraught. Suffering from a morbid silence, the name of my first love rooted me on my spot. Quinn looked devasted once she lifted her eyes at my reaction. But once I gathered the courage to reach for her, she just slapped my hand away.

Your greatest love. What in the ever-loving crap? What is this shit? What the hell is going on, I look around to see if I notice if anyone is watching me and Hannah as we read this note that was mysteriously left in my locker. Never in my life would I have thought I would have an admirer. What am I going to do? I can’t deal with this shit right now. I have Jasmine and her posse on top of Keegan and his friends trying to make my life hell.

"You won't know that." "No nothing like that happened." I admitted. "How would you know? You were just a baby." "I would know because the Nuns who were there when I was born would have told me." "They could have lied about it and you wouldn't know." She said freely. No they wouldn't. I chuckled dryly. "No they won't do that. They have never lied to me." Sue scoffed. "The people you trust the most will always be the one that hurts the most. The pain would hurt more than anything in this world, you might not be able to move on with it."

All this while, they had never believed me. Resentment grew within me. I extended a hand, lingering around Mom's neck, but I couldn't do it. What people said was right. Parents might have plenty of children, but a child only has a set of parents. No one had taught me how not to love my parents when they did not love me. I crouched down in the corner, trying to make myself feel better. Suddenly, Dad's phone rang, breaking the quiet night. He answered, groggy, and I overheard the voice on the other end.