Not In Love Novels & Stories

I know nоthіng аbоut lоvе, оthеr thаn thе irrefutable еvіdеnсе іt mаkеѕ men dо ѕtuріd thіngѕ. Mеn like me act wіthоut thinking bесаuѕе of lоvе, and we bеlіеvе things thаt аrе juѕt not rеаlіѕtіс. I dіd bоth—fіrѕt with Nеоn, аnd thеn wіth Cаrrіе. I wish I соuld tаkе bасk my stupid dесіѕіоn tо believe Nеоn bасk then.

“Um, because… see Heath, there is no reason. There shouldn’t be. It is just… we are meant to be and we are in love--” “We are not in love” He looked at me confused. “What? This is no time to joke--” “Yeah. Let me correct. ‘I’ am not in love” He looked at me, completely confused. “Okay, see Heath this is no time for jokes like these and you know--” “You know there are no jokes! I never loved you!” he looked to the other side and then again to me. “what the fuck are you saying?” he said, his breath was scattered.

I haven’t been letting myself admit that seeing them happy is bringing out the worst in me. Leo has the one thing I want most in life. He has her love; I don’t have to hear her say the words. I can tell she loves him. It’s written in her face, the glint in her eyes tells me that she loves him. There are certain things that you can’t deny and I can’t deny that she loves him. She never really loved me that way.

My wife, Ally Martin, is a CEO who's convinced that every man who married her only wanted her money. Any expense of mine over a hundred dollars has to go through her for approval first. I loved her enough to become the man standing quietly behind her empire. But the day I got into a car accident, she turned down my three-thousand-dollar surgery request. "Do you have any idea how many people live on three thousand dollars a month? I don't make money so you can leech off me!" The surgery came too late. My hand was left permanently disabled. I'd only just come off the operating table when her childhood friend, freshly back from abroad, posted on Instagram. The photo showed off a watch wort

Love is complicated. TO BE CONTINUED

“Why are you saying these things now?” She sighed heavily, as though my very existence drained her patience. “I admit I’ve been nice to you recently,” she said, her voice low, “but that doesn’t mean I love you, Vincent. That doesn’t make us a couple. I only did those things because…” she hesitated, then added coldly, “because I wanted to piss off Lorna and Clarice. Nothing more.”

Not love. Possibility.

this strange space he'd left behind. One evening, while folding her clothes, she paused at the jacket he’d given her. Her fingers brushed the fabric, and an image of Williams flashed….. the way he talked nonstop, the quiet care in his tone, the way he’d leaned close to fix her seatbelt, breath almost touching her cheek. Her heart kicked. She dropped the jacket, shaking her head. “Stupid,” she muttered. “You barely even know him.” It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even friendship, not yet.

Aria teased. Philip flushed. “Aria… do you still believe in love?” Aria went silent, turning to look out the window at the sky. Blue skies, free-floating clouds… that had been her dream during those six months in prison. Freedom. But now that she was truly free, her heart no longer had a home. “I don’t know,” she murmured. “Maybe… I just haven’t met someone who can make my heart race again. Not with this body… Who could ever love someone like me?”

“I know. Just to be clear, I love you, but I am not in love with you. It's not a problem if you don't fall in love with me because I won't be falling in love with you either. I was hoping for something strictly business." I smirked. “Does that make sense to you?” I asked her, and she shrugged her shoulders. “It does. I love you, and I think we are compatible, but I am not in love with you because I don’t believe in love. My parents were never in love, but their marriage worked perfectly well. They were partners, and I believe we will be good partners.” She told me. “What does that even matter? You don’t want what I offer. You wa