Lovers Stories Novels & Stories

**** The two lovers lay in the aftermath of their lovemaking as they tried to catch their breath. Kil's mind was at rest, but the same can't be said for Laty, who was beating himself for allowing his mate to mark him. But the deed had already been done. He was now mated to a bloodsucker. He got a mate from the species he vowed to eradicate. THE END

They were young, hopeful, new. "Another one," Caspian observed. "Another love story beginning." "Just like us." Kael kissed her temple. "Just like us." Lena's eyes glistened. "Forever." Caspian's voice was soft. They watched as the couple kissed, as their families cheered, as the cycle of love continued uninterrupted. And somewhere, in the heart of every being who heard the story, Lena's light lived on. The legend grew. They said Lena could light up the darkest night with her smile. They said Kael's howl could be heard across mountains. They said Caspian had loved for three hundred years before finding her, and that his patience had been rewarded beyond measure.

Talia was his, whether she accepted it or not. He'd seen her and loved her. He wanted her from the beginning but Talia always pissed him off with how weak and easy she was. All her approaches... Every single word that escaped her never sounded like a woman in love. She was one living for the sake of living. Her love for him was forced. And that's when he changed. When he grew mad. When Maria had visited him and told him the story of Talia having a cafe poor boyfriend that she gave up to be with him because of his life.

“And more to come.” In their bedroom, they climbed into bed, bodies fitting together as naturally as breathing. Brielle traced lazy circles on his chest. “Do you think we’ll ever stop being surprised by this life?” she asked. He kissed her forehead. “I hope not.” She closed her eyes, contentment washing over her. Enemies. Lovers. Partners. Parents. Home. As sleep pulled her under, Brielle knew—with a certainty as solid as the man holding her—that some love stories didn’t end.

"Austin, I do love you. I just...I don't know, I guess I just got bored with our relationship." Austin pulled his hand away, his eyes cold and hard. "Bored? You got bored with me? With our relationship? That's not love, Angela. That's just convenience. And I'm not convenient for you anymore." Angela's face fell, and she looked away, her voice barely above a whisper. "I guess you're right, Austin. I'm sorry." But Austin just shook his head, his heart heavy with sadness and betrayal. "I don't want your apologies, Angela. I just want to know if you loved me”

He didn't answer, Instead, he stood and walked to the window, parting the heavy drapes. Rain had started to fall outside, pattering softly against the glass. "Isabella was once loyal," he said at last. "But something changed, revenge, you see she was in love with me. I should have seen it coming." I suspected that. "Did you both... You kno-" "Yes," he said cutting me off. So she isn't just a love interest, but an actual lover. The thought sent a weird feeling through me... I can't possibly be jealous right?

Lovers and ex-lovers were going to get caught in the eye together if they were not careful. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

It sends her into a memory It was her first kiss with her last lover. She remembers feeling fireworks exploding inside her. She just couldn’t get enough. “—— “ she kisses back, becoming more possessive with each kiss. She pushes him back “are you sure about this ———“ she asks not wanting to rush anything. He nodded “if you want it so do I” he says. He nuzzled into her neck and bit her. She snaps back.

She whispered, this time in a much lighter tone. “You sure? But you are married to Raph” I asked, playing along with her games. “I don't love him,” she confessed. “ I decided to marry Raph because he is kind and he was the only channel I had to be with you, my love. You are the prize worth fighting for,” her gaze still fixed on mine as she leaned closer. “I love you and will fight the whole world to keep you,” she confessed again, anticipating a response. “I love you too,” I replied Well, that was what she wanted, wasn't it? I had to play by the rules of her games for a while.

"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.