Novel Of Love Story Novels & Stories

When Blake was in middle school, Liam's novel, At the Horizon's End, had been all the rage. Information about him was scarce, mostly a few interviews on his website. It had been his debut sensation. The book had exploded in popularity, amassing over a million subscribers in weekly magazines when it reached a hundred thousand words, soon followed by a comic adaptation. Liam's novel had been a part of Blake's adolescence, a phenomenon that swept her school. Now, sitting across from her was the author she had idolized as a teenager, and he was her blind date!

Indeed, they were. Just like the news coming from the car radio at that moment, this year's prestigious literary prize would be awarded to "The Tomb of Flowers," a tragic tale of the doomed love between an Asti youth and a noblewoman from the empire. To "respect reality," like the award-winning film before it, the story's conclusion was undoubtedly sorrowful, with the two lovers separated; one forcibly sent back to confinement in the quarantine zone, while the other, carrying the love for the youth, married a wealthy merchant of the empire to spend her remaining days reminiscing about her lover. The author of the book was the mother of one of Lola's classmates, a gentle and beautiful lady.

She put Vivian's debt papers on the table, next to her rice tray, but put the writing on the table, so he didn't know what the papers were. She started. "When we first started dating, do you remember that story I told you?" Jaime let the memories sink into his head. As if impatient with the given time and knowing that he did not have the ability to answer, Luna continued. "His name is Zaid. I met him in college. I fell in love with him the first time we met. I had the feeling that my life partner was him and like that, I put everything mine into him. Zaid is the person for whom I am willing to do everything. My heart, soul, youth, time and money. Whatever I have. That is love because I belie

he whispered, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her to sit on his lap. His breath hit her cheek, slow and measured and she felt something rising in her as her hands held on to his firm chest for support. Her heart pounded as he pulled her closer. She used to hate how her body reacted when he gripped her, and how \his voice turned velvet when he was in control. Now she knows she was just a lovesick fool. “You’ve got too much nervous energy in that body, mi amore,” he murmured into her ear, bringing her out of her wild thoughts.

But most of all would I give up everything to just know that you would be alive? Our love story wasn’t a normal love story it wasn’t like the ones you read in fairy tale books or romance novels. It was a love story of love and betrayal one that kept plaguing both our lives. We were doomed from the first time we set eyes on each other, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to love you.

I know she hated me, but was this not too much , we could literally talk about what we wanted and what we didn't want. ‘Contract?’, ‘Why would we need a contract as a married couple’ I blurted out with a shocked expression. I looked down at the envelope and brought out the content to read. We were not allowed to stay in the same room according to the contract, we only interact when we have a social gathering, we can’t kiss in public no matter what, and all sort of rubbish I gave no consent to. ‘This is not a love marriage, so some boundary’s needed to be set’ she said, and I was marvelled.

he asked, lifting one brow, clearly unconvinced. I sighed and looked away. "Because it wouldn't work. We'd get tired of each other in a week. And I know you, Jim. You say you love me, but is it really me you love? Or the money and connections I bring with every campaign, every shoot?" His face fell, the corners of his lips twitching downward. "That's a cruel thing to say, Julliane. I really do love you, you know." "I believe you—partly," I admitted. "But your kind of love feels more like possession. Like keeping your most valuable asset close. That's not the kind of love I want. It's not the kind I deserve."

Nella stared into space, her expression fell as her brows furrowed. She removed the strands of hair which found their way into her mouth and stared at her feet. “Unrelated, but I his reminds me about the time i and Richie were still married” "That's true, you've never actually spoken about him” Nella's smile was a melancholy one, but she tried to hide it. “There really isn't much to say about him though," she began. "He was my first love. We met on a cruise ship during one of my dad's business meetings. My dad never really let me mix with people, so when he approached me, I instantly fell for him”

Each time, I loved him more. Josephine’s POV I began writing again. Pages filled with our story the real one. The version no one else knew. Not the pain. Not the bitterness. But the moments that mattered. The stolen kisses. The late-night laughter. The promise sealed in blood. The child that became a bridge. I wasn’t writing for the world. I was writing for Noah. So he’d know how loved he truly was by both of us. Noah stood at Kenneth’s grave weeks later, letter in hand, wind brushing his face like a blessing.

“So… what are you going to do now, married girl? ୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ Would Izzy finally break her marriage… or try to resist the pull of Victoria Lang?