My Ordinary Love Story Novels & Stories

Chris guessed that he must be busy in dealing with affairs of Jones Corporation. Jones Corporation was almost unable to operate. Chris has decided to beat Jones Corporation regardless of expense. "She fell in love with me and married me. She is my woman forever. You'd better give Spacie back to me." Chris said directly. He had said that he only want Spacie for many times.

She found out her purpose, her passion and most of she met the person who changed her whole world. She feels in love, She lost in love, she fought for love and finally, she won. Life was continuously throwing struggles at her and bad stuff did happen to her but she managed to power through. This story is about a simple girl with big dreams. She had been broken and shook but she never gave up on her love. Cause love is patient, it's kind, it doesn't take offences, it's not selfish, it's doesn't hold a grudge, It always protects, always cares, always trusts, it doesn't hesitate, always hopes, always perseveres and most of all Love always wins.

The love remained. And the story? It kept going , beautiful and ordinary and theirs.

"I thought so. But he's different from most rich men. He's very nice, and so is his family." Jenny smiled happily at that. If someone talked well about others, it meant they were treated well, right? And it must have happened to Anna because she could see the joy in her eyes. "You must really love him." Instantly, Anna froze so that a smile stiffened at the corners of her lips. The sentence... She never heard it from anyone. Love? Did she love him? She didn't tell Jenny the whole story. Jenny just found out she had a crush and suddenly got married. So it was not her fault that Jenny concluded that way.

Love? Myra remembered how she had rejected Jake the night at the old house, but she couldn’t absorb how he readily told her that he loved her. It was like she was dreaming. How was it possible he was in love with her? Especially with the missing three years from her memory, it made her question what was the truth. Putting one and one together, yes, they were married, but there were just too many puzzle pieces that confused her. Jake stopped the car just outside a serene-looking park. She didn’t recollect anything in her mind about this place, though the ambience stole her attention. J&M Park. Jake and Myra. A cheesy enough name indeed. So, Jake owned this place, she thought.

I told him about why I had moved to my nana's. I also make it clear to him that I like him but if he's only trying to get in my pants, we could just stop wasting time because I am not ready nor willing to give it up just yet, to which he reassures me that he wasn't that type of guy. I also learn that his favorite color is pastel pink, which takes me by surprise, along with the fact that he said he loves horror movies (just like me) but has a soft spot for some romantic classics such as Titanic.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

“Porsche naman. Hindi na mabiro. Balik na nga lang ako sa pagiging Pambansang Bestfriend ulit. Pa-kiss nga ako.” Life is hard and scary so you need someone by your side, whether that someone is your friend, family, partner or all of them. So is love, kaya ang love ay hindi puwede sa mga taong duwag dahil ang takot ay ginagawa nilang excuse pero ang totoo ay tamad silang mag-effort mag-take ng risk, at ipakita ang sincerity nila para sa kanilang minamahal. -OH MY END!- Bonus: Tips Para Maka-Move On sa Kabiguan Ayon sa “Love is a Horror Story”

She said: I chose you in a library before I knew I was choosing and I would choose you again in the same library in the same rain. She said: I love you in the school run and the oatmeal and the surveys and the reading routine. She said: I love you in the ordinary things because the ordinary things are where the real things live. She said: the pocket is always full. The kitchen was quiet. The January morning around it. The specific quiet of two people who had said something true and were sitting in the aftermath of it. Not dramatic. Just real. "That's the ordinary version," she said. "Yes," I said.

I replied and she 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." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.