Object Lovers Novels & Stories

Even they didn’t notice that the ground around them was shaking because of the emotional effect outpouring felt by the girl. Oliver laid the girl on a blanket made of leaves. Both hands clasped the girl's hand tightly. When Oliver saw the girl close his eyes he whispered in her ear, "I love you so much, Jovanka." Under the star-studded night sky and the melodious sound of night creatures singing like a symphony that accompanies their’s intimacy which are spoiled by love. Their love seemed to have been determined by fate. Behind the bright moonlight, there is a smiling figure watching her predetermined destiny go according to her will.

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.

I picked it up and saw a message on his Instagram, a pinned contact with no name, just a profile picture of a kitten. When I clicked on the profile, several selfies of Monica immediately filled my screen. Their chat was sickeningly sweet. Monica: "Reynold, did you enjoy it in the office today?" Reynold: "My little temptress, you're driving me crazy." Monica: "Reynold, how about we do it in the car tonight? We haven't tried that yet!" Reynold: "Sure! Anything you want!" Monica: "Reynold, I really want that newly released designer handbag ."

"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.

Their love was a work of art, a masterpiece unmatched and unrivaled. Their lips broke apart, gasping for air. Eyes locked, souls entwined. Forever sealed. "I love you," Alexander whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. Roselyn's smile radiated, her heart overflowing. "I love you too," she replied. Their lips met again, sealing their fate. Forever entwined. One. In that moment, nothing else existed. Only the gentle touch of their lips, the beat of their hearts, and the love that bound them together.

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…"

You know where to find me, babe ;) The one and only, Soph

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