Loving Novel Novels & Stories

The guys I dated in university, all were not faithful and even though I dated them with an intention of getting married, I knew I couldn't marry a man who was not satisfied with just me alone. I'm twenty three years but still a virgin. I smiled at Henry "You've been my best friend for years now, Henry. I don't see you like a lover" "I know..." He said softly and held my hand "...Hannah, I know you will still love me. I'm willing to wait for you to love me" I sighed "You're willing to wait till when, Henry?"

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

Why would a man of his age and wealth still remains single? It doesn't make sense. I grabbed a rose flower and a lilac. I personally love the two special flowers so it will be great to recommend what I like. "You can choose between this two." I told him. I couldn't look him in the eyes. I couldn't dare. That would be my breaking point. I hate this for me. It has never happened to me before. I don't believe in love at first sight especially not in love with a married man but what I this thing I'm experiencing right now?

She smiled brightly before kissing him beneath the moonlight. And this time— There was no hiding. No shame. No fear of society. Only love. The kind that survives cruelty. The kind that heals loneliness. The kind that finally gives two broken people a place to belong. Together. Forever.

Jasmine Ito – POV The truth was simple. And that was what made it hurt the most. John was the only man I had ever truly loved. Not admired. Not respected. Not chosen out of duty. Loved. My fingers trembled as I wiped at the tears slipping down my face, but they wouldn’t stop. They came faster now, warmer, heavier—each one carrying a memory I couldn’t outrun. That night. It replayed in fragments. The way his lips found mine—not hesitant, not rushed… just certain. Like he had been waiting for that moment longer than either of us wanted to admit.

’ Maria pondered over Nina’s words, then added, ‘Why did you sleep with him then? What was the use in lying. When the heart is involved it seems a futile exercise. ‘Because I love him,’ She reached for a peppermint from the goldleafed dish on the onyx coffee table. ‘You do crazy things when you’re in love. You agree to stupid conditions just to be with someone.’ ‘Wow! I guess I’ve never been in love.’ ‘Who’s never been in love?’ The small figure loomed out of the darkened shadows of the lower deck.

There were no clues whatsoever. And then something occurred to her. “Read it again,” she said. “Slowly.” “‘And find the ones they loved,’” he read, slowly, “‘beside the fourth tip of the cross.’” “Beside,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “What?” he asked. “It says beside the fourth tip of the cross. Not at the fourth tip of the cross. Beside it,” she said. They both suddenly, at the same time, turned and looked at the large, stone building beside them.

It's midnight and I am wandering about in the busy and really cold streets of New York, I am slightly drenched due to the drizzle from earlier today. Wondering why I am completely drenched on the street? Well, I have nowhere to go after what happened earlier. I regret ever telling him those three words, how could he after everything we've been through, I thought we were going to be end game but he just couldn't keep his stupid stick in his pants, and the worst thing about the whole situation was that he fucking brought a girl to our home, the little house we both rented when we were of age. I was stupid enough to think that he loved me.

Dramatically, his eyes widened from shock. “She’s back?” Eunice Tsui is the woman he falls in love with. And the same woman is the only one capable of breaking his heart. At the same time, she was the one who could mend it! “So you’ve returned, my dear Eunice.” As Anthony caressed the picture on his computer screen, his gaze softened. “This time, I will never let you go, Eunice!” was his vow.

Each time, I loved him more. Josephine’s POV I began writing again. Pages filled with our story the real one. The version no one else knew. Not the pain. Not the bitterness. But the moments that mattered. The stolen kisses. The late-night laughter. The promise sealed in blood. The child that became a bridge. I wasn’t writing for the world. I was writing for Noah. So he’d know how loved he truly was by both of us. Noah stood at Kenneth’s grave weeks later, letter in hand, wind brushing his face like a blessing.