My Accidental Love Is You Novels & Stories

She should have looked like any other academy girl getting ready for school, but her restless fingers tugging at her bracelet betrayed otherwise. “I have a date with Adams tonight,” she said finally, her voice edged with nerves. “And.. I’m already scared of playing this stunt with him. He's more dangerous than we thought,” Steve didn’t answer at once. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. His phone screen glowed faintly in his palm, replaying the clip he had saved far too many times. The first video: the principal’s office. The grainy recording caught Thea seated stiffly across from the woman, her voice lowering as she proposed that Thea shoul

"Don't touch anything. Don't call anyone. This will all be over soon." I headed upstairs, my heart pounding with adrenaline. Annalise was still on the floor where I'd left her, cradling her ankle and sobbing dramatically. Derek stood over her like a guardian, his expression somewhere between concerned and amused. "She tried to grab her phone," he reported. "I may have accidentally kicked it down the stairs." "Accidentally," I repeated. "Very accidentally. It just sort of flew out of my hand when she lunged at me." I smiled despite everything. This man. This ridiculous, wonderful man who'd appeared in my life less than forty-eight hours ago and had already become essential.

Has he exhausted all the love he had? My phone buzzed. Once. Twice. Three times. I ignored it, knowing it was Ace, knowing if I looked I'd cave and go back and let him kiss me into forgetting again. I couldn't do that. Wouldn't do that. After the fourth buzz, I grabbed my phone, ready to turn it off completely. But I made the mistake of glancing at the screen. Ace: Please don't do this Ace: Can we talk? Ace: I'm sorry Ace: I love you

Luca’s Pov: The bloodshed, the betrayals, the lies….the bittersweet love. As I laid half unconscious on the cold marble floors and took merciless beatings from people I called my family…. I wondered, could I have avoided it all? Maybe I could’ve, If I wasn’t so desperate for a restart at life. Two years ago, Dante Solis found me on the streets of New York playing a guitar for the tiniest amount of money.

"None of this is true." "But some of it is," I respond, horrified. "That's the tricky part. It would be so much easier to disprove if there wasn't some fact involved. I did get in a car accident with Angelica. She did get injured and lost her baby." I retort, looking at the screen. "And I was secretly in love with Atlas." "Maybe," Tilly shrugs. "But I don't believe for a minute that you'd hurt anyone intentionally, never mind kill anyone. Even if you were a bit jealous."

Suddenly, the realization dawns on me that Vince and I are still married and not in love, so I am one of those people who aren't married for love. This is just for sometime, I thought. The marriage wasn't intentional. It just happened, and as soon as we achieve both of our aims, we will go our separate ways. If it wasn't accidental, nothing would have made me venture into a loveless marriage like this. Not in a thousand years. After glaring at me once more, the woman turns on her heels and leaves. For no reason, sympathy fills my insides. It reminds me of how painful rejection is. Vince just rejected her. Just like how I was rejected by my own fiance.

"I want to live my normal life. We accidentally met, and maybe it's time to say goodbye. But this is not the end. Just know... I loved you. Genuinely." Her voice cracked at the last word. She meant every letter, every breath behind it. Raymond stood still, frozen in that moment. The silence between them wasn’t empty — it was filled with echoes of everything they had been through. Raymond took a slow step forward so he could be closer to her than before and gently pulled her into his arms. He didn’t say a word at first. He just held her, his hands gently cradling the back of her head as he rested her face against his chest.

"Calla—" "I'm not finished." I still didn't turn around. "I've spent months telling myself I was okay with it. With her ghost. With the great love story that came before me. With the fact that you planned a child with her—planned—and with me it was just... an accident. A happy accident, you said. But happy accidents are still accidents. Still unplanned. Still not the thing you actually wanted." My voice cracked, just slightly. I caught it, smoothed it over.

“ Isabella, I did not come here because of some stupid portrait but to see you, that is just an excuse for me to see you” “ Why would you want to see me?” “I'm madly in love with you and I'm sorry it took me a long while for me to confess my feelings to you, but I have loved you even before you met me. I have loved you from afar and when you are close by and even up till now I still love you so much that it hurts when we are apart, I wanted nothing more than for us to have our little family and for me to give to you everything that you have always wanted. I want to take you to a party without you getting angry, I know that you are really mad at me because of what that woman did but I swear t

"What kind of accident was I in? I'm still puzzled by what the doctor said was limited." I'm still baffled as to how I ended up in an accident. The doctor only gave me a little information, so I'm still confused, especially since I recently discovered that I have a very attractive boyfriend. "Car accident. You were hit and run. You and your boyfriend were having an argument when the accident happened. As I previously stated, he was jealous of the man he saw you with, and because of this argument, you didn't realize a car was coming, well you're lucky that your boyfriend followed you and we immediately brought you here to be treated. We are very concerned about you."