Novel Unrequited Love Novels & Stories

The memories of the loss of her first unborn child made her particularly cautious. Feeling a slight fluttering in her womb, she placed her hand over her abdomen and smiled. She looked forward to holding the child that was a product of her love for a man who cared not a fig for her. She allowed the fact that he did not love her to torture her and steal her joy over being pregnant for a considerable length of time before she chastised herself for being foolish. Unrequited love was more common than people cared to think. She certainly was not the only victim in history to love and not receive that love in return. She was given plenty of love from other people; such as Alexander, her aunt,

But, I stayed strong and buried my feelings for him away. Well, most of them. I still get blindly jealous when Allison even looks at Luke or speaks of him. I write down all my feelings in my notebook then set it back down on the side table that sits beside the hammock. I pick up a thick romance book then begin to read for the rest of the day, eventually falling asleep and spending the night in the garden. In the morning... I hear birds sing and a jolt of pain shoots up my back. This hammock really isn't that comfortable.

why. Cuz I love him... Love?? Yes... I love him.. there was something in nikah verses that I unexpectedly fell in love with the unexpected guy. That boy lives in my heartbeats... his love run in my veins...I couldn't imagine my life without him. Daniel's POV

and besides Xander also most probably are great 'friends' i might act like I know what to achieve and have amazing parents but sometimes I just want to tell someone what I feel and they can understand me for once in my life! for some reason everyone I fucking love just leaves me, I just fucking don't know anymore. I just wish that someone understands me and that I'm not alone, even if it seems like I am. I know there is someone, it's just maybe I never met them. could Mattheo be like that... or maybe Xander...

"I don't care about the movie anymore. I don't care if Facundo leaks every fabricated story he has, or if my career goes downhill tomorrow. If I lose everything, let me lose it. But I cannot keep pretending that I don't bleed every time you look away from me. I love you, Agatha. I have loved you since our university days, and if you tell me today that there is even a fraction of a chance for us... I will walk away from this entire industry just to be yours." [AGATHA NGUYEN] The weight of her words crashed over me like a tidal wave, drowning out every lingering doubt, every ounce of pride, and every piece of fear I had carried for the past twelve months. Hearing her voice lay out the depth of

Her lips curled pitifully as she thought of her previous choice. On one side was Daniel whom she had loved and had wholeheartedly devoted the last 10 years of her life. Never questioning nor demanding and yet she never even got basic trust from him. The other was Christopher, whom she had rejected and yet he didn’t even hesitate to take the bullet for her, knowing that she would never give him the response he wanted. In a way, they were similar, both victims of unrequited love. Her experience had sucked out her feelings for Daniel, leaving her in a vacuum. It was Christopher’s meticulous care that pulled her back, gave her strength to even try… and now…

Yvonne was baffled by her own feelings: she had fallen for a much older man despite her status and countless options. Men were falling head over heels to be with her, but Zach had captured her heart like no other. For the first time, she had experienced the pain of rejection. When not around him, her mind was filled with thoughts of him. If she did not keep herself busy, he became all she could focus on. She had hoped she could move on.

I suspected four of her coworkers, but I didn’t have any evidence to prove they were the perpetrators. That night, after finishing all my work, a feeling of loneliness suddenly came over me again. I didn’t feel like going home. The entire room felt empty. Alice and Mom were on a trip abroad. To be honest, ever since the problems in my marriage started, I have felt that my life is empty. My love for Lisa was unrequited. It felt as if I was the one who kept giving her my love, while she did not give me hers. Maybe this is what they call unrequited love. If I could turn back time, I wouldn’t want to have fallen in love with Lisa. I wish I could meet another woman and start a happy family with h

Writing "His Unfinished Love Story" was like talking to a friend for me. It came from a place where I was struggling with family stuff, and I didn't really have anyone to open up to—no best friends or unbiased family members. Counseling wasn't my thing, so I poured it all into this book instead.

Nadia vanished; allies paid. Home: Stripped, showered, wounds tended. We made love slow—kisses healing, bodies reaffirming life. His hands everywhere, mouth worshipping. I came whispering his name, him mine. Dawn: Coffee on balcony, city alive. No more running. We won.