Novels Based On True Love Stories Novels & Stories

The shelves stood tall and proud, adorned with books that I had arranged in a way that I found ‘perfect’. “You read a lot of romance, don’t you?” I laughed, looking away. “Well, true love is much easier to find in the pages of those books.” I took one of my favourites from a shelf. “You see this one— every time I come back to read it, their love story is unchanged. It’s ever as strong and genuine. Something you can’t say about love in the real world.”

“Who inspired Marcus?” I can talk about feminism, kick-ass-take-no-shit female leads all day. But ask me about love? Hah. This is where I’m exposed, where it’s obvious I’m a big fat fucking fraud. I’ve been in relationships before, all ending the same way: epic failure. I know nothing when it comes to matters of the heart. And the truth could put a damper on my career as a romance novelist. I write about true love. Soul mates. First kisses and transcendent lovemaking. Of being brave enough to follow your heart. To fight tooth and nail for that person you know you’re meant to be with.

She did her best to listen to the different genres of music just to see if it would work, but it didn’t, so she came up with the idea to watch tons of romance movies just to get some inspiration, and luckily; it worked. “What was your novel all about?” Zeno asked while they were eating. Annalise stopped slicing the pork and looked at him, who was eating peacefully, “A man fell in love with a woman who just came to be his wife because of the agreement.” Zeno suddenly choked when heard her answer. Because of that, the maid panicked and offered him a glass of water. “Are you okay?” Annalise asked him when she witnessed him choke. “Yeah,” he responded. “Are you planning to publish that?”

He questioned and I shrugged. "You never know! She might be a young girl disguised as an older woman! Don't you watch shows and movies?" I questioned in return. "That's movies and shows, Heaven!" He exclaimed. "So? Some movies are based on true facts and events." I retorted. "Oh God! Was that movie you watched based on True facts and events?" He asked crossing his arm and I didn't reply since the movie wasn't based on true events and it definitely wasn't based on true facts.

"I read those too. And I wouldn't hesitate to admit it." "Fine. I'm a romance reader. Because life is beautiful in the romance world. All that gorgeous, unrealistic nonsense authors sell us, the perfect love, the whole thing." I let out a small laugh. "I know it's ridiculous. But I love them. Even if that kind of love only exists in books." His response wasn't what I expected. "Who told you it wasn't real?" "What?" "Every story, fiction or not, comes from something true. Someone lived a piece of it first."

She always uses to lie to me almost about everything. But still, just because I loved her, I apologize for the thing I haven't done it and then a few weeks later a marriage proposal came for Elina that guy was too rich and he belongs to some mafia family, so her father was also ready for it. Out of sudden one day her mother invited me for dinner where she explained to me that Elina's soon-to-be husband is a criminal, a gangster but her husband means Elina's dad was just seeing the money and power from that marriage, not her daughter's happiness.

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th

Not wanting to be scolded, she made sure they got matching shoes, for the outfits. Adeline had thought about it, she did not want to stay idle in the room all the time. She would rather work and make money. One of the reasons she got herself a laptop was to update her novels. Her books needed updating, and her readers were already clamoring for new chapters. She had withdrawn entirely, the period her Papa fell ill. Now she has a laptop, she would continue her writing. Making money this way gave her a sense of security and self-sufficiency.

“He loved another woman. Her name is Clara. He told me I was boring, ordinary, that I had nothing left to give him. I gave him everything, Damian! We started with nothing, remember? I worked two jobs when we were first married just to help us save money. I cooked every meal, cleaned every corner, put his needs before mine every single day for three years! I loved him more than I loved myself. And he threw me away like I was trash, just because he found someone new and exciting.” I covered my face with my hands, sobbing softly, letting out all the pain I had been carrying inside for weeks. I expected him to feel awkward, or uncomfortable, or to say something generic like “I’m sorry”, but inst

Ridhima said as more tears slipped from her eyes Her mother understood that something concerning her love life has happened. "Ridhu, I didn't lie to you about love that doesn't care about perfection or beauty. When love happens nothing matters if your partner is perfect or not. Let me tell you a story then you will get what true love is" Her mother said