My Romance From Far Away Novels & Stories

she confessed, he could be considered as her first love, but she really felt something very special towards him. "I really do, you might think I'm young, but I know my feelings well enough, please forgive me.." she pleaded, she really didn't want to be in his bad book, it was by chance that she ever got close to him, he could have easily left her that night to die, but he took her along with him, when he knew nothing about her, and he still brought her here to his home, in britaris, so hopefully might have a soft spot for her, and can forgive her.

Richard stared at me like a man staring at the edge of a cliff, knowing he was about to fall. Finally, his voice came low, broken. “Then maybe… the only way is long distance.” My breath caught. Long distance. The words were a knife disguised as a solution. And that was how the night ended….two lovers in the ruins of their own making, the promise of a future dangling by the thinnest thread.

"Don’t bother. If you two are set on this, fine. Just wait for three days. Once Ethan and I get our divorce papers, you can head straight to City Hall together and register your marriage. Seamless." Victoria’s glare landed on him like a knife. Well, well. So their whirlwind romance was already strong enough that she dared to show her temper in public. Honestly, shouldn’t my divorce make them happy? What a strange pair. I couldn’t be bothered. On my way out, I reminded Ethan not to forget our appointment at the courthouse. That evening, he showed up, pounding on my door. When I finally opened it, irritated, he dropped his hand awkwardly. Then came the theatrics: tears, complaints about how ha

“We survived twenty months of distance. But Sarah, I need to know. Are you done? With extending. With choosing work over us. With running.” “I’m done. I promise. The UN wants me to consult but based here. Kampala. Home. No more moving. No more leaving you.” “And marriage? Do you still want that?” “More than anything. Do you?” “Yes. But I need to know you’re sure. That you won’t wake up in a month and realize you made a mistake. That you won’t resent me for keeping you from opportunities.” My hands cradle his cheeks. His eyes meet mine. “Amon Kato, I love you. I’ve loved you through distance and fights and doubts and fear. I’ve loved you through screens and time zones and loneliness. I’m not

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

“I don’t want to take it back.” Roman studied me for a long moment. Then he leaned in and kissed me—slow, almost tender, nothing like the hunger from before. “Tomorrow,” he said quietly, “I start ending the engagement. Quietly. Carefully. It will take time.” My pulse jumped. “You’re serious.” “I put you on a plane three years ago because I thought distance would fix it. It didn’t.” His thumb brushed my lower lip. “I’m done pretending I can watch you sit across from me and not want this. Not want you.”

she muttered and look at me intently, “but I believe that you need her.” Emilia’s I slammed the door of my car and went inside the Royal Palaces’ lobby. Stomping my foot while tapping my phone continuously is not enough to let everyone know that I am pissed. I even glared at each person that I can get my eyes on. My day is almost perfect. I just a had a date with the famous actor I met during one of my Gig, Kean Farrusco. But after that overly romantic flirting, I received a message from this annoying human, again!

As I stepped inside, the familiar scents of herbs and garlic enveloped me, instantly making me feel at ease. I scanned the room, searching for the person who sent the message. My heart raced as I spotted a woman sitting at a table in the corner. Her back was to me, but there was something about her posture that felt unsettlingly familiar. I approached cautiously, unsure of what to expect. As I got closer, she turned to face me, and my breath caught in my throat. It was her—the woman from the article that had circulated a while back. Leo’s first love. The image flashed in my mind: the glossy magazine cover showcasing her radiant smile, paired with a headline about her connection to Leo. I had

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

Still no one can beat there. And maybe someday we will meet again. I am happy that you have been with Cami even for a short time and I am happy because there is no remorse in my heart. Although I had many shortcomings in the end, I also felt and poured out the love you deserve. I guess I have to live the fact that I will only love you from distance. Until our next life, Cami, I will still love you and I will always choose you until the end. Until our path crosses again, Cami Roux Balmaceda. THE END