Love Unspoken Novel Novels & Stories

~ Jun remained in the library for more than an hour, still reading that particular novel that had the longest and most sensual chapters. He was reading about a strong man and his hidden lover. They weren't meant to be because of their class differences and were forced to stay away from each other. However, they would find ways to meet in their secret place. And whenever they did, the sheets would be covered in the never-ending pleasure and overflowing passion. Jun's face was bright pink as he read one more steamy chapter between the protagonist of the novel and his lover. '...And his lips met that of his lover with a feverish passion. Their tongues intertwined and fought for dominance over e

something. When none was forthcoming, he felt a frightening blackness begin to churn and eddy at the edges of his consciousness. Not fury, not anymore; something colder and paralyzing. Hurt. Profound betrayal and a loss of trust threatened to kill the unconditional love and devotion he had for them his entire life.

In the end, she pulled me out of the darkness. But my grandmother passed away. Zoey accompanied me to hold the funeral. My parents never showed up. I had long given up on trying to contact them. Naturally, Zoey and I became lovers. After graduating, I went straight to work at her company. In the past, I didn't care how other people teased me. But today, it was Zoey who spoke that name. That shattered my self-deception. Later, Zoey fell into a deep sleep. I sat on the balcony, gazing at the window, and spent the whole night smoking.

I heard Jonathan's sobs behind me, but I didn't look back. When the welcome speech for the event ended, I was invited to say a few words on stage. As I took my place, the lights converged and fell on me. Half a year ago, I was trapped in a loveless marriage and played the role of a wife whose heart was broken by her husband every night. There was a time when I thought I wouldn't make it through to see the next day. However, I hadn't realized how big the world was until I left Jonathan, the root of all my sorrows.

My face burned with regret as I tried to find the words. "Eleanor, I…" She shot me with a piercing glare, her voice sharp. "What? You want another round?" To my shock, she unbuttoned her blouse, baring herself. I chuckled bitterly and whispered, "I'm sorry. I had too much to drink." "Shawn, I hate you!" Eleanor declared as she put on her clothes. After that, she left, her face devoid of its usual warmth. Watching her walk out, my chest ached with shame. Yes, I was furious she was still doing this but forcing her like that was shameful of me.

"Is it good?" "It's devastating." She set it back down. "It's about two people who love each other in a place and time that won't let them. Everyone can see it, and no one will say it out loud. The whole book is just the weight of the thing that can't be spoken." Silence. "Emma." "I'm not making a point," she said. "I'm just telling you about the book." He didn't argue. But she felt him exhale beside her, felt the warmth of it in the cool night air.

He cut in before pulling me into a kiss. "I love you, Eiran Richards." He whispered. "I love you, Charlie Preston." I replied, placing a peck on his forehead. His eyes widened in surprise at the use of his real name. "Theron Wilson is an average university lecturer for the department of sociology and anthropology, loving him would mean loving the lies and pretence, the falsehoods and fear. It would be a lie." I explained. "Charlie Preston is a brilliant, resilient, and beautiful man who has survived so much and still retained the capacity to love. He's the man I love; past, present, and future."

I threw my bag on the ground, falling to my bed as exhaustion filled me. Not just exhaustion from school…but the incoming one of having to speak with Caden about the project. He hadn't said a word since we were paired as partners, and I already knew he was going to make this harder than I imagined. I opened my book; the topic coming into view made my stomach twist a little. “Forbidden love in literature: Why Readers enjoy Impossible Love Stories. Shit. Of all topics, it just had to be this. I stared at the page for a long time, before opening my laptop, creating a blank document and began typing

Refine what Janet had already taught Olivia “No, no word yet. I pray to hear something soon. After Olivia’s little fiasco yesterday it is more evident than ever that she needs to go. She needs a woman’s touch. Expand her education. “ Olivias was named after Alexander’s sister Brielle and Janet’s mother Olivia. Brielle married her husband Sir Nicolas Beaumont and moved to France. He a traveling merchant that she meet in Edinburg. It had been 4 years since he had seen her. They wrote to each other quite often. It had been a month and half since he wrote the letter. He hoped her response would come soon. As the day went on letter were actually delivered and there was one from his his sister.