Love Without Truth Novels & Stories

Ryan looked at Emma to see if she really meant what she said. “But how do I trust them, Emma? How do I even trust myself when I couldn’t see what was right in front of me all these years?” Sadness painted all over his face. He continued. "How can I move on when everything I thought was true is a lie? The whole life is just a lie." Emma sat down next to him and said, "Start with what's true now. The people who care about you and want to help." Emma smiled and said, "And you're not alone." Ryan looked at Emma to see if she was telling the truth.

"Love calls for vulnerability, openness and truth. Not pride and shutters and feigned indifference. Real love has no lies, no masks, no secrets. It's just you and me bare, from flesh to soul. With real love, it's no longer bodies that you share, but souls. Because the eyes have seen past all the fleshly flaws, and directly to the soul, it's no longer about tangibility, but that intangible feeling...that feeling that tells you: This is love. I love you Celeste and I don't lie to you." She took a long wavy breath staring into his eyes. It was too much for her. Slowly she began to develop pain in her head. Of late many times she was feeling that pain. Especially when she is around him. But she

You had an affair during your marriage, lavished me with gifts, and reveled in my affection. "You said your husband lacked emotional value, and I was the one you truly loved. You seduced me, slept with me, and even talked about having a child with me! Even this wedding was something you forced your husband to arrange for us, wasn’t it? How dare you blame it all on me!" Sean screamed in a hoarse voice, “You seduced me! I have the videos! Whether you admit it or not, you have no choice but to face the truth!”

"Mr. Hayden, back then, the police had already found evidence linking Miss Wood as the murderer. The truth won't change just because you refuse to see it." The words settled like stones in his chest. And deep down, he knew. He had always known. But love has a way of blinding even the clearest eyes. And for three years, he had chosen not to look at the truth.

Survive? She accepted me. Even when I didn't. Even when I couldn't. And now she was gone. No more soft footsteps behind me. No more flowers in her hair. No more stupid little smiles that wrecked me for days. Because here's the truth no one tells you: Love—real love—doesn't give a damn about power. You can't conquer it. You can't buy it. You can't seduce it into staying when you've wrecked it one too many times.

“Knowing that I had created that doubt, and that I could not simply wish it away. I had to earn it, again and again. But I understood. I would not have trusted me either, if our places had been reversed.” We fell silent for a moment, watching a butterfly flit from bloom to bloom. So much had changed, yet the garden remained a constant witness to it all. “What do you think was the greatest lesson we learned?” I asked after a while. Gabriel thought for a moment, his eyes looking inward. “That love without truth is not love at all. It is only a fantasy. I thought love meant protecting someone from the whole picture, but I was really protecting myself from being f

The grief, pain, and screams all at once returned In droves. "If he truly misses he would have called but he didn’t, he truly misses me he would have responded to the messages I sent but he didn’t, if he truly misses me he would have visited or let me visit but you what! He didn’t" I just had to stop talking; I have nothing to say right now, if I continue talking I would burst into tears. After so many years, of believable lies and fake love, I can’t deal with this anymore. He doesn’t miss me, he doesn’t even care. "Dani!" He sighed

Like I was already something they had decided to move on from too. My fingers tightened slightly on the table. And then— Zarah. Always Zarah. Smiling. Comforting. Spinning stories that made me look like I wasn’t worth staying for. I swallowed hard. Back then, I had believed love meant waiting. Understanding. Enduring. Now I knew better. Love without truth wasn’t love. It was confusion wearing a soft face. My chest tightened. Not pain exactly. More like pressure. Old pressure. I exhaled slowly. Then blinked.