Novel Love After Misery Novels & Stories

****** After year's of drought, finally the rain showered on the dried meadows, rejuvenating everything it touch with new life and new hopes. The new start; new beginnings. ****** ~Selene "I love you." The words from the depth of my heart, flowed through my heart and escaped through my tongue. Even after very well knowing that he is not a good person, knowing that he is not the same Deven I once loved, I can't deny the fact that my heart is affectionate towards him, even after knowing the reality that he is a Mafia, who is engrossed in bloodshed and live a life of a unholy culprit I can't stop my heart which already loved him without thinking or weighting all the arguments against this uncon

His ways might remain mysterious and no one knows what he might do next but he would always remain to her, the only man, whose presence and appearance, made her heart thump. They must have met at the wrong time, in the wrong places but love bound them together. It was love from the beginning, and Love in... THE END. I have released a new story titled "After Divorce, I Accidentally Married a Ruthless Billionaire." Please let me know your thoughts on it.

I asked confidently. “Ahh, wha-what? I never say–” “Just answer the question, Love. I know you hear it,” I said in my teasing voice. “Y-yes.” “Yes what?” I laughed. “You're better than him!” she answered out loud, “Because he is an asshole and a murderer.” I suddenly stopped when I heard her say 'murderer' which I know she is pertaining when Duke killed her child while she is carrying it. “Come here.” I hugged her here in the middle of the way.

Dad and Nicolas exchanged a few looks. After biding my parents goodbye, Nicolas took me to his apartment beside Miami beach. "What now?" I asked, snaking my hands around his neck. "A new journey. A lots of surprises waiting for you, cara mia. For now let me taste you. I'm hungry." Nicolas rasped and disappeared between my legs. I couldn't help but smile widely. It was love that made me crazy. It was love that made me forgive my enemy, my kidnaper. It was love that turned my hurt and miseries into peace and happiness. I'm so fucked up being in love with the notorious Italian criminal.

That’s a little note for my new readers. For old readers, thanking you all for starting this new journey with me and for your support throughout the first book. I hope to see you all supporting me throughout this novel. I love you all and I can’t appreciate you guys any less. ~Here is a little recap of what went down in the first book~ After Missy got married with the city’s most hated man who was termed a beast for his rumored cruelty towards his past wives. She realized there is more to the rumor and more to her marriage as she found out she’s a living image of his first love and the only difference was her age and some little details that only the most observant would notice.

The realization hit her like a wave, shattering the last remnants of her illusions. "Right, it was me who allowed myself to believe in a love that was never meant to be," Marian whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of sadness and acceptance. "I can't change the past, but I can change the future, right?" She smirked through her tears, staring at me. "If I can't be happy, then neither can you, Jane." She smiled, pushing me hard against the wall. The force of her shove caught me off guard, causing me to stumble, lose my balance, and fall on my bump with a sharp pain shooting through my abdomen. Marian's anger was palpable, and I could see the hurt and resentment in her eyes. "I never wante

Chapter 19: Love's Resilience In the tranquil aftermath of a war-torn history, love's resilience continued to echo through the newly united realm. Seraphina and Adrian, once burdened by the weight of forbidden love, now stood as beacons of hope and proof that love could withstand the harshest storms. As leaders of their respective communities, Seraphina and Adrian worked tirelessly to solidify the bonds between werewolves and vampires. Their love story, once shrouded in secrecy, became a testament to the transformative power of understanding and acceptance.

“Why? What made you so interested in exploring misery and hopelessness?” Her eyes meet mine, and for a moment, something raw and vulnerable flashes through them. “Because misery is giving everything you have to someone too cold to feel it. It’s loving a creature carved from stone, hoping the warmth of your hands might thaw the empty spaces, knowing it never will. It’s bleeding yourself dry for something that will never come alive, hoping for a pulse that was never there.” She doesn’t flinch, and her steady gaze bores into me. “Don’t we all love misery?”

At a gathering with friends, my boyfriend, Donovan McPherson, suggested we play a game of “I Have, Have You?” The winner would get to make one request of him. Everyone there knew I had been trying to get him to make me, Celeste Campbell, Mrs. McPherson for five years, and for as long he had not obliged. Now they all assumed he was giving me a chance. So, tacitly aligned, everyone held back to let me win. But his childhood sweetheart, Lily Kensington, would not relent. “Donovan watched the first snowfall with me. “He gave me a scarf he knitted with his own hands. “The tattoo on his wrist is my initials. “His passenger seat is permanently adjusted to fit my height.” After those four, I had onl

“You have never been a terrible person. Everyone deals with grief in their own ways and in their own time.” “I know that he wouldn’t want me miserable. That he would want me to find happiness again, but I am I betraying him and the love we had?” “This doesn’t change your love for him. It doesn’t change what you had. You still carry him in your heart. Nothing and no one will ever change that. We do not have to go any further than this. This can all stop now, but you can’t live in your grief, Love. No more than you can hide from it.”