Object Lovers Novels & Stories

The night deepened, stars twinkling above, but for Mira and Ethan, the future felt brighter than ever—unaware of the shadows gathering in the form of Tyler's vengeful friends. In the quiet moments between laughs and stolen glances, their love bloomed anew, a delicate flower in the midst of brewing storms. Ethan traced patterns on her hand with his thumb, whispering promises of shared classes, late-night adventures, and a life built together. Mira's heart swelled, the temptation of college's distractions paling against the depth of what they had. As they finally headed inside, hand in hand, the campus lights flickering like fireflies, their bond felt unbreakable—a romantic haven in a world th

Cara walked beside her, whispering when they found something old. “This was Elise’s doing,” she’d say. Or, “That one? That one belongs to Grandmother.” And once: “That one’s mine.” --- They unearthed a hatch behind the greenhouse—sealed with seven iron locks. Yvette knelt before it. Each lock had a different symbol—sun, moon, flame, eye, thorn, key, and silence. “Only blood can open it,” Tristan said. But not his. Not Cara’s. Yvette.

She suggested, "Why don't you just divorce her? Then, we can be together openly, without hiding anymore." To her surprise, Reynold looked at her with disgust and shoved her away harshly. He snapped, "What are you talking about? Have you lost your mind?" He continued, "Adrianna is my wife—how could I possibly divorce her? Just leave—I don't want to see you anywhere near me or her ever again. I don't want to upset her." Monica's expression froze as she asked in disbelief, "What did you say? Reynold, didn't you tell me I was your favorite?"

"I don't need you to do anything." "Bruno, you still don't get it," I said slowly. "I stopped loving you a long time ago." "I'm in love with Lorenzo. I love him." His pupils constricted, his face turning deathly pale. "You..." "Impossible. You can't fall in love with someone else that fast," he said, frantic. "You loved me for ten years." "So what?" I sneered. "You trampled on me for ten years." Hearing this, Bruno completely lost control and lunged, trying to drag me away by force.

said Oliver with a chuckle. After falling asleep and hugging Oliver for a long time, the beautiful woman slowly opened her eyes, blinked them, and looked around. Inside her sight, there was only a beach quite a distance away from the parking lot. "You're taking me to the beach?" asked Yoursa. "I want to take you to my favorite place, introduce you to my world as well as to everything about me, because you're the only woman I love," said Oliver. Yoursa was blushed again by her lover; she felt Oliver get off his bike, and he was still on the bike. Oliver looked at Yoursa's eyes very closely, with smiling lips.

At that, Reagan turned her head toward me and said tauntingly, "You see, Ruth? The one Zayne truly loves is me. You'll stay and experience hell on earth." Brad stood up slowly and walked over to Zayne. He patted Zayne's cheek like he was petting a dog. He snarled, "Leave? Young man, have you watched one too many movies? I said you could bring her so that you'll get to see your lover. I never said you could go." All color drained from Zayne's face. His lips quivered as he asked in a shaky voice, "Sir, that's not what we agreed on…"

Chapter 11 Love As Joe hangs there, half way through the moonhole in the ceiling, with his shoulders in the air garden, his eyes fixed upon the vibrant purple flower glowing serenely in the dim light, he finds himself captivated by its ethereal beauty. Each delicate petal seems to sparkle in harmony with the beautiful serenity of the airgarden, casting a mesmerizing spell upon his senses. The rich hue of the orchid hybred reminds him of Nerissa, its vibrant shade echoing the enchanting presence she holds in his heart.

while crying. It’s already past six when Oliver got home. Instead of buzzing the doorbell he uses his card to open the door. Going inside he notice that his wife is not around. He headed to the kitchen first assuming that she’s there but in his shocked she’s not. He put the cake he brought on the aisle and tried calling her name but no one is answering. He called her phone number when a familiar ring tone fill the leaving room. He saw her wife’s bag. He sighed and smile realizing where his wife might be. He headed to their bedroom and there he saw her wife sleeping peacefully like an angel. He sat down beside her and carries her face. He bowed down just to kissed her forehead and whisper in

Her eyes filled with a certain kind of affection I couldn't place. But when Hunter got down on one knee, she looked like she was about to pass out. Hunter lifted the tiny box up with both hands and began speaking. " Michelle. We've known each other for a long while and I swear I've never been glad to meet anyone as much as I have. I want your face to be the one that I wake up to, I want your laugh to be the only thing that keeps me at ease, I want to watch you grow old and tell stories to your grandchildren. I want us to conquer the world together. So would you do me the honors and be the wife to an idiot like me?" He concluded and opened the box to reveal a diamond that sparkled even from m

ADRIENNE’S POV Our lips were still locked against each other, and I could feel his hot breath on my skin. He tilts his head, nudging my lips open with his, and I sigh in pleasure as he deepens the kiss. I was starting to enjoy the kiss but something felt different. The kiss was beginning to feel forceful and commanding and as it deepened, I knew this wasn’t meant for me. It was like, he was trying to get at someone and I could definitely feel the anger in his every move. I break off our contact and take a step back, just to find his eyes locked with a red hair lady who had a red strapless gown with white flower pattern on, which stopped halfway from her knees. She had a red wedge on, so I kn