Novel Unrequited Love Novels & Stories

“Perhaps her depiction of the perfect romance will offer insight into figuring out who this person is.” Nikki grimaced when she heard the name Verna Ravenway. It was the name of a popular romance writer who had amassed a cult following online, but no one knew who she was. She sighed as she realized the two girls were probably not talking about her but about some ridiculous fantasy they had concocted due to the overconsumption of romance novels.

Without giving me a chance to respond, the line goes dead. I pocket my phone with the satisfaction that at least Astrid is okay. “Unrequited love?” Vincent’s quiet baritone cuts through the air beside me. I freeze, his words hitting me like a sucker punch to the guts. Unrequited love. Did I love Astrid? No, I highly doubt that I’m capable of the emotion. What I feel for Astrid is definitely unrequited, but it sure as hell isn’t love. “More like an unrequited obsession.”

at last I whined "Why!??? Just love me instead" She chuckled and pulled my cheeks before passing by to arrange the plates "Love is hard"I whined again "No Love is taking risks..and here,I've taken the risk that maybe he might love me..or I'd never be loved..that's it" I rubbed my temples .."that's even more complicated" She laughed.."you Know love begins with hate..if you hate someone so much..that you can't stand them..it's love"

She even tried calling his phone but it went straight to voicemail and after several trials, she simply gave up. Thinking about it, she felt bad of course. She had led him on and then broke his heart. Why couldn’t just be in love with him? Everything would be so simple. He would love her, care for her and all she had to do was date him and not compare him to Nicholas but even that in itself was almost impossible. She could not not compare him to Nicholas and she couldn’t stop thinking about Nicholas.

He couldn't possibly tell his daughter that they got married while he was in a coma. In his heart, he was very upset about what kind of movie a child of Joen's age had watched. His eyes flashed back to Nayla's face who was repeatedly hurt by him, but the pain in his heart deepened because of an endless regret. “But, sweetheart... Papa and Mama's relationship is not as you imagined. Sometimes, love is unrequited.” Little Joen looked at his father in confusion, but he listened attentively. “You mean... Mama doesn't love papa?”

He gave a small nod, his eyes softening. I moved on to the second story, my tone carrying a sense of sorrow. "The second story—unrequited love is painful, giving so much yet receiving nothing in return." Gently, I pulled him closer. "Neil, if you ever feel anything for me, don’t hesitate to say it. I will spend my whole life responding to you, and I’ll never let you face this alone." He embraced me in return, nodding again, his grip steady.

Tasha couldn't believe her eyes. She did pour her heart in it, it wasn't an ordinary novel, she had written her own love story. "But what about the ending?" Irene raised her brows, "I noticed you haven't written it yet." "Ah yes, I'm stuck there, will take sometime before I write it," Elle pursed her lips. "Will it be a happy ending?" Irene raised her brows. "At least in the book we should have one right?" Elle shrugged. "Okay, I'll wait for the ending then, but can you email me the manuscript now, I'll work on it while we wait for the ending?"

Sadness spread all over her frame remembering all the cruelty she faced in the past few months, she was happy, even though she had some complaints in her heart about the way Ajax treated and brought her up but she still was happy wanting to spend her life with one and only man she ever gave her heart to, Leonard Steve. The man she literally worshiped for ten years, in Freya's mind waiting for him wasn't hard, facing him and his cruelty was heart-wrenching. His rejection first hurt her then defeated her and lastly made her realize how her love regarding him was nothing but unrequited. In the back of her head, she made up her mind that only she loved him, he never did.

unless. Thinking about it, Thea felt a sense of loss in her heart. Her dear brother had promised her that he was not going to let a soul know where she was living. Although she didn't want to believe in her thoughts, the seed of doubt had already been planted and unless it was proven otherwise, Thea started doubting the brotherly love that Mark had always shown her. What if it was all fake? Scolding herself mentally for thinking I'll if her brother, Thea gazed at Penelope ramming her brains for a change to the topic.

I had been waiting for this moment for so long, to finally confess my love to Steve and start a new chapter of happiness together. But it all came crashing down before I even had a chance to feel the joy of my confession. Why does fate play such cruel tricks on us? Why must love always be so complicated? It seems that Steve and I are destined to be a story of unrequited love, forever trapped in a bittersweet limbo…