My Love Never Came Novels & Stories

My body trembled—not with fear, but with something far more overwhelming. He drew a response from me effortlessly, my body clenching at his command. A wave of pure bliss crashed over me, my legs shaking as I was carried over the edge. "Oh my God, you're beautiful," he murmured softly from below. Beautiful? Because of my scars, no one had ever loved me—not truly. Not before. I arched instinctively as his fingers continued to explore me, another involuntary sound slipping free. Realizing how it must sound, I bit down on my lip, trying to silence myself.

"I have no parents, no power, no wealth. The most precious thing I have is my love for Atlas. But how can I give that to you?" Ember let out a bitter laugh, feeling somewhat pitiful. "Jump from a building six days from now. I will take your love for Atlas and all your memories of him. Then, you'll begin a new life." Ember closed her eyes as flashes of her past with Atlas played like a montage before her. "Atlas, I'm letting you go now," she thought to herself. Finally, she nodded. "I accept." … On the sixth day, an employee from the Ferguson residence came to Ember's hospital room to ask if there was anything else she wanted to take with her.

She was fearing the unknown. “I told her straight, I told her how wonderful, beautifully smart you are. How caring and kind and I told her I was going to marry you one day. There is no way in hell I’m letting you out of my life.” Emma gripped Robert’s Hand tighter the tears flowing down her face. Robert said that about her. He loved her that much, her heart swelled knowing she felt the same way. “I grabbed my coat, Don’t know why I grabbed my coat its already warm outside and I left, didn’t pick up my mobile or anything, just left. Walked for a little then came here. Robert looked up, stroking the tears away from her cheeks “Why are you crying sweetie?” Cupping her face in his hands. God, he

"Jenny, you're my only family… I'll give you anything you want. Just don't be mad at me, okay?" Quinton reached out to wipe Winnie's tears, but Lester slapped his hand away. "Mr. Scott, can you not tell who your actual wife is?" Quinton's expression turned awkward at that. After dropping me off at home with a darkened expression, he left in a hurry. For days, he didn't come back. He sent me a text saying he was busy with work and told me to take care of myself and the baby. But what he didn't know was that Winnie was sending me photos of their dates in real-time every day.

“It is the version of him you created in your head. The one you believe loved you.” That hit deeper than I expected. I grabbed the drink and swallowed it quickly, ignoring the burn. “How do I break it?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “By accepting that he never loved you,” he said simply. I closed my eyes for a second. That word… never. It felt heavier than everything else. “You make love sound so… pointless,” I said, opening my eyes again. He gave a small shrug. “It is. Getting stuck on someone who does not care if you exist… is that really worth it?”

Inessa constantly gazed into his eyes but out of nowhere, those words of his started echoing in her mind. "I can never love you , " Her eyes turned watery as her mind recalled those heart aching words of his. Inessa was doing her best to make herself adjust with the fact that his love wasn't in her fate because his love was someone else's destiny, an incomplete destiny of a lifeless soul .

I'd been with Leo Blackwood for five years. But we'd never once made it through a mating ceremony. Every time we were about to seal the bond, something would happen with Linda—his adopted sister. And every single time, Leo would leave me behind. This time, he swore he'd planned everything down to the last detail. Promised he wouldn't miss it. I waited five days and five nights—because I wanted to tell him I was pregnant. He never showed. Instead, I got attacked by rogues. Got infected with wolfsbane because of it. At the very last moment, I called Leo. It was Linda who picked up. She put the video on, and that's when I saw it—Leo and Linda, right in the middle of some celebration. "Freya." H

My best friend and her boyfriend started a couples' vlog channel together, and it recently went viral online. I immediately followed it, watching every single upload. Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that her blurred-out boyfriend acted suspiciously like my husband. When I mentioned it to her, she just flicked my forehead. "Girl, you're so crazy in love that you see your husband everywhere! Keep this up, and I'm gonna start getting jealous!" Blushing, I rubbed my head and quickly changed the subject. That was until my husband's company retreat, where I dragged Barbara Moore along to keep me company. Out of nowhere, our flight back suffered a severe emergency. Flight attendants handed

I said and plucked up my courage. Marcus stopped and walked a bit in front of the stage and saw me, "Please come down, let me explain please, I beg you," he said in a low voice. "Ready," said the vocalist, and I looked Marcus in the eyes and started to sing with my heartbreak. We were that which is never told That is never admitted But never forgotten We were maybe even too much But it wasn't even enough To have you by my side We were more than just a whim But love is rare