Modern Lovers Book Novels & Stories

On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.

He asked. "Yeah, sure." I hand them to him and he glances at each one of them, it allowed me to look at his face and I noticed he had long lashes and a straight nose, he is so handsome. "These are a good book, the author is a great philosopher." He told me and I smile like a dummy, this is one thing you do when you start falling in love. "You did good in the riddles, I was impressed by how many you answered correctly." His eyes danced with a smile as he stares at me.

But the most important thing is that he can get as much money as he wants. "Why if that's the case? I'm only after rich men. If you're not rich. so don't ever dream to be my lover. And sorry Fero... even though you're rich again. But I won't want to come back to you. You know why? That's because you're still far behind my current lover! The current lover is very rich and handsome!" Cassandra said again. Cassandra never stopped praising and never stopped boasting about her lover. Which according to him is very rich and also handsome.

There were photos of them at an amusement park, wearing matching headbands like a couple. And there was one that made my blood run cold. It was a photo of them in my bedroom. Reagan was wearing my nightgown and kissing Zayne on the cheek. The earliest photo dated back to the second year after Zayne and I got married. My hands started trembling uncontrollably as I opened the diary. On the very first page were the words, "Dedicated to my only light, my Reagan." Every page after that was filled with their so-called "love story."

It was enemies to lovers troupes, and just when they were getting to the good side, someone snatched the book from me. I looked up angrily only to find Luther staring at me with a smirk on his face. I should've known that he's the only one who's never satisfied with torturing me plus he's the only one that has access to the room. He looked at the cover of the book, reading the title closely. “Are these what you read? I didn't know that you were familiar with romance,” he mocked. I rolled my eyes at him. “This is the real world. Who isn't familiar with romance? Can you give it back now because I would very much like to go back to ignoring you, "I stretched my hands towards him.

Then there's the one about star-crossed lovers, two innocent people who love each other deeply but at the end of everything their relationship is still doomed to fail just like Lancelot and Guinevere in King Arthur's mystical tale Round Table, Heathcliff and Catherine from Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights, and Lyla and Majnun from the classic love story Nizami Ganjavi. Jakob says I have my head in too much fantasy, but I can't help but wonder... I heard car honks from a distance, then I heard the sound of a vehicle driving closer, it was probably my mom, I thought to myself. Right now I was home alone with Topaz, everyone else was basically at the back to school party grinding and making out

" I walked closer to her grabbing her by the waist. Her small and gentle hands were on my chest. I leaned in to kiss her and she did the same. I felt our lips brush against each other for the second time. I lean down more now closing the gap between our lips. Her lips were so soft and she tastes amazing. I wanted to go deeper into the kiss so I licked the bottom of her sweet lips asking for entrance. Once she opened her mouth a little, I slid my tongue inside tasting every part of her delicious lips. I heard her moan a little and that turned me on. Her hands were now playing with my hair which for some reason made me groan in pleasure. We parted from our heated kiss and we were catching our

It was raw and unguarded. “So what’s going to be the last fantasy?” She chuckled dryly, trying to distract herself from what she was actually feeling. "I want to do something different today," he said. "Different how?" "No list," he started, tracing his thumb tracing her jawline. “I just want to make love to you, Yas. I want to feel all of you, I want to let you in…” he paused and bit his lips like he was giving away too much. Then he chuckled dryly too,

The world outside ceased to exist as I willingly surrendered myself to the intoxicating allure of this enchanting tale. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the room, I reluctantly closed the book, the final pages whispering a bittersweet farewell. Isabella and Lewis story had reached its conclusion, leaving me with a lingering sense of longing. I longed for a love that could ignite my soul, a love that would sweep me off my feet and carry me away to a realm where dreams and reality merged. With a contented sigh, I placed the book back on the shelf, its place now vacant, but its impact etched upon my heart. I knew that I would return to it, again and again, se

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.