Lovers Script Novels & Stories

I want to remember everything. "Your story seemed like a romantic comedy." I laughed and he sighed. Why did he sigh, is that relief? Adam stood up and stretched his body before holding his hand for me to take it. "To be truth, I wish our love story is just a romantic comedy..." His lips curled into a smile that was forced and my heart cracked upon seeing it. I will know the truth.

*Liam* “That's all for today, I guess,” I said as I slid into the backseat and looked at Ryder who was already seated and waiting for me. “Yes,” Ryder confirmed as he ticked off the schedule on his iPad. We just exited the venue for the last table read for Love unscripted. I glanced at the script placed on the hand rest in between us and picked it up. I ghosted my fingers over the intricately written title on the front page— Love unscripted.

"A love that defied the odds and forged a bond strong enough to withstand even the darkest of times." As they continued to explore the contents of the box, they uncovered a series of scrolls intricately bound with silken threads, each one bearing witness to the love story that had transcended centuries of hatred and prejudice. With bated breath, they unrolled the scrolls, their eyes scanning the handwritten passages that recounted the trials and tribulations faced by Draven and Lysandra, the star-crossed lovers who had dared to defy the norms of their time.

Love Love ~.............................~

And between her thighs, the expert caresses of that afternoon's second lover. She was not a bad person, not at all. She was just a woman in love with her lover, who used all kinds of blackmail and trickery to keep him by her side. For an instant, he thought Arthur would refuse since he wasn't one of those who liked threesomes in that way. But she did it to punish him and show him that she was in charge of their relationship.

Waking to voices coming from the living room, Tam gets up and out of bed glacing at the clock he sees its still quite early. who is he talking to he thinks. Tam walks up to the door listening closely trying to make out the words. "Look I am sorry I left you but you don't wanna stay with them your different just like me. I am making more of us we won't be alone you were my test to see if I could do it." "Your test, test for what man." "To see if I could make more. you are prove you were what 5 not 4 hours ago and now look your a full man." "How did you do it." "Shhhh someone's listening too us."

The edges burned, curled, and disappeared, a brief, fiery blaze of orange and yellow, then ash. They stood together, as the embers died. There was no paper. There was only the indelible consciousness of the oath that they had taken. The lovers' oath was taken not on paper, but on fire. They had built their fortress, and its foundation was the irrevocable consciousness that they would rather have it burned to the foundations than have one of them solitary within it. No earthly force could now separate them. ----

"Ms. Garcia, make sure you keep this one well. We've only got this many left. They're extremely rare. It's a shame that the Lovers' Poison is too hard to create. We researched for over ten years and the Lovers' Herbs that we have are about to deplete. Still, we can't produce the Lovers' Poison." Selena nodded. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of this one. What's the Lovers' Poison? Why is it so hard to produce?" "The Lovers' Poison is great. It can ensure that the person you love never leaves you. Its effect surpasses the Lovers' Herb by miles. It's just difficult to make because we don't have the recipe. We put a lot of effort and time into researching, but we haven't once succeeded." "Oh?

" I saw he was loved out of pity, The worst kind of love there is. To keep a hold on someone, Because you think they're weak " Iris's P.O.V. Nine pm and I heard the front door of the house open. I was in the kitchen blending some fruits to make a smoothie when Dylan walked in. " Hey babe. Where's Louisa?" He came up to me and kissed my forehead. " She slept early, I think her dance class was too stressful today"

Thomas whispered on his lover's ears. "You won't abandon me, right?" Fara’s crestfallen voice gently floated audibly on the ears of the cultivators around. Though it was mosquito like in scale, a murmur, a gentle tremor, yet how could such a paltry hindrance bar the capture of the curious. These lot could change landscapes and empty ocean floors if they wish so, what more some little pronouncements of love in their midst. It was ever the tragic tales of love that invited the fancy of the romantics. This was true in the past, real in the present, and will forever remain significant on the morrow.