Novels English Love Stories の小説・ストーリー

"I-I used to fight for him, even though it was so difficult for me to return and to beg for his forgiveness." Brianna shakes her head while placing her hands under her waist. "So you've lived to correct everything, right? So why are you letting him insult and hurt your feelings now? Why don't you defend yourself with him? Why?" "I admit, I'm here for him. But I thought I had something to come back to." I looked up at Brianna. "It hurts, Brii when you come to know that the one you love is already engaged to someone else. It's also hurt that he's proud to tell me that he is happy with other women now. My heart does not accept it. I cannot imagine that he has loved another, it is not okay for m

Sophia Celastio I love reading so much, it’s like going to a different world to me. We can imagine how the girl looks like and the boy looks like and how they build their relationship. I love it. It’s an addiction. I never read Romeo and Juliet because it has a sad ending, I hate sad endings. I love a story such as The Last Song, She’s the Man, Bridal Waves and the list goes one. Twisted story but with happy endings in the end.

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

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”

We’d talk late into the night, sipping bourbon by the fireplace, like two men trying to understand life before it ended. One night, after a few too many drinks, I asked him, “You ever been in love?” He smiled like he’d seen a ghost. “I think I have.” I laughed. “Good. Don’t lose it. Ever. I lost mine. And I’ve never recovered.” He leaned closer, genuinely curious. “What happened?” I stared into the fire. “She was. everything. Wild and soft. Brave and complicated. We made vows, blood ones.” My voice cracked. “I let her go because I was a coward in a world built on control. But I never stopped dreaming about her. Every damn night. I see her eyes.”

It was already dark and the streets were silent. The snow slowly began to fall. I love snow falls. Though I am born in Dehradun and have seen snow since young but my love for snow never lessened. Today morning I went to my best friend, Ananya's house. We're friends since kindergarten. Our families also have a very good bonding. Ananya is a fun loving girl and is also a tomboy. She is overprotective towards me and sometimes she behaves like a brother. Whenever I visits her house, the time flies by real fast. Even today I didn't knew that it was already dark. Ananya insisted a lot to drop me home, but I refused her. As my house was not that far from her house. Just 20 minutes walk.

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.

he repeated while kissing my neck. "You lie about loving me," I said, he angrily looks at me before speaking. " you can't even imagine how much I love you, elina" and then he kissed me on the lips, running his tongue inside my mouth, I grip his shirt's collar pulling him more closer, our tongue was dancing in perfect rhythm, his hands were squeezing my hips, He lifts me from the floor without breaking the kiss I put my legs around his waist we were standing so close that even air can't pass through us.

Again their thirsty lips met and for a long time there was no more conversation between them, until Jonathan, albeit reluctantly, pushed her away a little. "My love... if I keep kissing you like that, I'll forget I'm in the office and I'll end up losing control." It's better not to be anywhere near you... He rose gently and went to sit away from her. — We have to talk, I want to explain certain things to you and the first of them is about Gloria. I fell in love with her a long time ago, when I was in London, but it was just a passing illusion, just physical attraction... I knew that when I started to love you. Then Gloria came back and wanted to get back together. The more I resisted and tol

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."