Not In Love Novels & Stories

We’re not in love. And we never will be.

"This is ironclad proof of your infidelity. You don't even have room to deny it." Martin dropped to his knees to gather the scattered pages, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. He recognized his own signature, the seal of the notary public, and the date going back three years. Back then, nothing had started yet. I had just married into the Clark family, and he still held some wariness toward me, cautiously trying to please me whenever he feared I might get angry. "You..." He snapped his head up, the rims of his eyes completely bloodshot. "You've been playing me since then?"

My mom calls me on Friday. "Don't forget to attend the family dinner tomorrow. Your brother loves shrimps, so you should buy more of those at the seafood market in the southern district. "Your sister-in-law loves lamb chops. Why don't you go scour for more in the eastern district? Also, your nephew loves imported strawberries, so you mustn't forget them now." I say yes to everything. But as soon as I end the call, I see a new message in the family's group chat. "I already told Alan the things that we love to eat. It's hard for you all to earn money, so you shouldn't buy anything at all." One second later, the message is swiftly deleted. Still, the sight renders me stunned. I've been

“Are you going to throw me out like you did at your apartment?” “If you don’t move your ass… you bet I will.” “I now understand,” he said softly. Her eyes narrowed. She knew she probably shouldn’t ask and prolong the conversation, but she couldn’t help it. “What do you now understand?” “Why you don’t have a boyfriend.” “Excuse me?” Asher wasn’t fazed by the warning in her tone, and he went on to explain. “See, I was seated here wondering all night why a gorgeous woman like you wouldn’t have a boyfriend…”

I lost sight of the displayed antics in their house, just like big and small vases, picture frames and a ship inside a glass bottle. "They're gone?" I repeated what he said and he nodded. I immediately understood what he meant. Suddenly, I feel so sad for him. It can hurt lose a loved one. "Hubby." I called her and came to hug her around the waist. He immediately rubbed my back repeatedly. "It's been ten years, Wife. It's okay." I looked up and when our eyes met, I immediately tiptoed so that our lips touched. I also immediately separated from him. They say we're going to celebrate and not make love, that's why we're here. :3

“There’s nothing better than having someone in your life who loves you.” “I don’t need love,” I tell him, but then I hear Elisha laughing from across the park, and my heart tightens at the sound. “You keep telling yourself that,” Mitch chuckles as he walks away.

If only he would change his demeanour, a lot more girls would be interested in him, but he had his eye on the one girl who didn’t even notice him. Andrew was Maddie’s neighbour and Shane would go to his house for play dates for as long as the two of them could remember. Maddie would always greet Andrew since they were neighbours and their parents used to get along as well. Shane would always cling around Andrew, but Maddie never even paid any attention to him. He was an invisible background character in her story. Shane knew that, but it never broke his spirits. He was glad just to be in her presence. Andrew knew that it was a lost cause and that it was hopeless to even try to reason with a

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

It definitely hadn't been a good idea to start looking into the birth since she only managed to tense up and fear much more once that day came. "No, no, no, this is more than I thought" Then he had to watch a comedy movie or any other genre to get what he had read out of his head. He put "Love Is Not For Sale", a rather interesting film that dealt with the life of two adults confused by a powerful feeling, while they are deluded into a relationship based on interests.

The man I love is getting married. And it isn't to me. I've been in love with Jonathan Lewis for as long as I can remember. I loved him as a girl. I loved him as a teenager. I loved him as an adult. I love him still. But he doesn't love me. In fact, I'm fairly sure he doesn't remember I exist. * * * “Something's wrong,” Julie says.