My Love Story English Novels & Stories

And our early morning was filled with intimate moans which I hope it's not too loud to avoid getting the attention of the people outside our room. Our love story didn't end here even if we die. It will be known and passed down to my children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-great-grandchildren, and so on, to remember that love might come late, but it's not as late as you thought. This story is not perfect because not all love stories are perfect. However, the right time and the right person you are with is what makes it perfect. -END-

He replied and my heart started dancing again in my rib cage. "I know, I just don't know what I have done that I have gotten you as my partner." I replied with teary eyes. He wiped my tears with the pad of his thumb, then he pecked both of my eyes. "I don't like to see tears in your eyes. I like when I see happinesses dancing in your eyes. They are made for happinesses not for tears." He said and I smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." I said and giggled, thinking about our love story that had started with nothing but a stupidity. He chuckled softly and leaned in towards

"What about you, Elna, do you believe in love?" Now that I know he's no longer angry with me, hearing my full name from his lips lights up a fire inside me. The butterflies in my belly flutter just enough to let me know they are still present. I like the sound of it when it's coming from him, makes me feel special. He's the only one who calls me Elna. "Yeah, I do," I nod and giggle when his shoulder tenses. "I am in love with love." A low chuckle escapes him. "My parents love story started here in Paris, thirty years later and they are still in love. I want that too."

She suggested, "Why don't you just divorce her? Then, we can be together openly, without hiding anymore." To her surprise, Reynold looked at her with disgust and shoved her away harshly. He snapped, "What are you talking about? Have you lost your mind?" He continued, "Adrianna is my wife—how could I possibly divorce her? Just leave—I don't want to see you anywhere near me or her ever again. I don't want to upset her." Monica's expression froze as she asked in disbelief, "What did you say? Reynold, didn't you tell me I was your favorite?"

Oh Allah, what does my heart feel like, I have always wanted to be free from Febri's love, but today I feel something is missing in my days. Febri, it is almost 3 years since we met and shared stories, the many joys and sorrows that we have gone through. Your attitude is contradictory, maybe that's what makes me endure. The man who is most affectionate, but most jealous of me. And now we can't help but be separated by distance, time and circumstances. Can we be loyal to each other Feb, and this relationship is my first long-distance dating relationship.

Our happiness today was in no small part due to their love, support, and sacrifice. Thanks to them, we could now live the love story we truly deserved. _THE END_

I gently kissed his lips. "You lied again, saying we still have two months..." I sobbed and took a deep breath. "I promise, Enzo, I will do everything you asked. I love you so much," I said one last time. We may not be meant for each other, but you will always have a special place in my heart. End of Book 1…

I breathe as deeply as I can, trying to find the strength to be able to say something even though I am so moved by what he said. "Ever since I was a little girl, I have dreamed of a love worthy of the movies. Well, I guess I fulfilled that dream without even realizing it, after all, there is nothing more cliché than the beautiful foreign girl who goes abroad and ends up falling in love with a big businessman" --- I pause, listening to everyone laughing --- "And I assume, without any fear, that I really am that woman. Because our story is not only that, just as it was not made only of good moments. I learned to value every second by your side because I spent five years, wishing with all my st

"I remember those days when love stories held me captive, just as they do to you now." Intrigued, I turned to face her, eager to hear more about her experiences. "Tell me, Freda," I urged, "what is it about love that captivates you? What makes it so beautiful?" Freda's expression softened, and she gazed into the distance, lost in her memories. "Love, my dear Sandra," she began, her voice carrying a gentle nostalgia, "is a force that transcends time and space. It has the power to move mountains and heal the deepest of wounds. It is both delicate and resilient, fragile yet enduring."

That was our wallpaper, the memories that we'd build up together in those ten years since I was born and my parents decided to build the cottage here in the academy where they'd met and fell in love. I grinned when I remembered the story of how my parents met. Mum was a star pupil as a guardian with the most promising prospects. Dad was a well-known charmer at Court and was pretty much irresistible. He didn't used to attend St. Vlads. Apparently he was originally in Russia but had decided that he wanted to be in the States instead because of the rumours of how amazing Mum was. In other words, Dad was the boy who flew across the world to stalk her. Mum wasn't impressed with his charming antic