Love Unspoken Novel Novels & Stories

A warm love that wasn't disgusting. THE END

Not after everything. Out in the hallway, Celina leaned against the wall, hidden from sight. This time, the tears came freely, unstoppable. The pain was unbearable. She wanted to be wrong. She wanted him to tell her she was mistaken, that he loved her, that there was no one else. But he hadn’t said a word. And that silence confirmed every fear she carried. Two broken hearts, separated by unspoken truths. And the love — that immense love that still burned between them — was suffocating, dying in the absence of honesty.

Her words struck like whips, sharp and relentless. "You knew I loved you, and you used that. You pushed me into a secret marriage and hid me away like I was something shameful, all while I was just a cover for you and Nina. How are you going to make things right now? After we were married, you couldn't even stand to touch me. Every time I reached for you, you pulled away like I was repulsive. Was that your idea of love? "At the auction, you left me for Nina. You—who never drank—suddenly couldn't stop throwing them back, just to shield her. You didn't even notice me standing there, watching. And you call that love?

he asked, voice rough with sleep and satisfaction. She laughed softly—breathless, content. “Still green.” Outside, Dubai glittered on—neon, traffic, endless night. Inside the bookstore, two people who had found each other in the quiet kept breathing together. No rush. No performance. Just skin, silence, and the slow certainty that love—when it arrives—doesn’t always announce itself with fireworks. Sometimes it simply walks into a room full of books and stays. To be continued…

The only sound was her quiet sobs and the faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Minutes stretched like hours. Kunle exhaled shakily. “I love you,” he whispered, voice raw. Faith’s chest tightened again. Love? Could love ever justify this? She turned her face toward the couch cushion, unwilling to meet his eyes. Inside her, anger and heartbreak twisted together. Outside, a sudden gust of wind rattled the windows, and somewhere in the distance a dog barked, sharp and lonely. Faith stared blankly, her mind a blur of hurt and unanswered questions.

It said Brady Stevenson—my name. Tracy giggled. "This doll is me, Honey. You pierced my heart with your love! You have to love me forever, okay? And if you ever betray me, I'll... I'll kill you!" she joked, playfully punching my chest with her tiny fists. In that moment, it didn't feel like some fake marriage deal. It actually felt like we were really in love. I blinked, disoriented for a second. "Alright, let's go back to bed," she said, pulling me by the hand and leading me back into my room.

She smiled. Nikki kept her head down as the two girls spoke loudly to each other. She was unsure what they were talking about but had a gut feeling it had to do with her. She thought about how she and Thorn ran into Anderson that morning. What the girls said sounded like it pertained to the apprenticeship, but it also sounded like the ramblings of a love-crazed girl trying to find romance in everyday interactions of the real world. “I shall consult with my Verna Ravenway novels.” The second girl said with a smile. “Perhaps her depiction of the perfect romance will offer insight into figuring out who this person is.”

I could feel his voice breaking. "For Pete's sake! You killed our unborn child, Thunder! You fucking killed him! You killed him! You psycho!" he added furiously. I never thought I could be rooted in one spot until I heard the next words he uttered, and my mouth hung open in surprise, shock, and disbelief. When I looked back, I saw Prof crying heavily while being hugged by the man, who kept whispering the words "I'm so sorry love." From being clueless earlier, I gradually started to understand. They were ex-lovers, and that was why the man seemed to miss Prof so much. They were ex-lovers, and I guessed they needed to talk about their feelings for each other.

She held her hand and turned to make an announcement. Sara left the room. She felt her skin trickle with deep disgust. She hated the city and wanted to live small, maybe in the countryside that was not filled with hypocrites and ignorant who only attended these parties to seek financial or title connection through the easiest way, Marriage. She went downstairs to the garden. The only place she could have her private time. She lifted her gown and brought out the cigarettes she had snuck from her uncle’s study. “I don’t think a lady should be smoking. Especially not a well-bred one,” She heard a voice behind her. She was terrified and quickly smashed the cigarettes on the floor and got up.

The words inside the book, originally rigid, sounded emotional when she read them, creating a deeply romantic atmosphere. Leon stood to the side, looking at the rigid book in his hand, his lips pursed without making a sound. The church fell into silence for nearly a minute. All the guests were looking at them. York Lena, feeling impatient, nudged Leon with her elbow, and only then did Leon speak, “The one I love is a young woman, like a lily of the valley amidst thorns.” What should come will come; there was no escaping it. He lowered his gaze, his grayish-brown eyes as dull as those of a dead person, devoid of any light.