Once There Was A Love Novels & Stories

I just want you to hear me, the truth no covered in bullshit. Before you, I thought I knew what love was. I thought it was something loud, something explosive, something that burned so bright it couldn’t possibly last. But you showed me that love is quiet too. Love is in the spaces between words, in the looks you give when you think I’m not paying attention, in the way you always come back, even when everything in you is telling you to run.

Kieran placed the steak he had cut up in front of me and asked in concern, “Is there anything wrong?” I put down my phone and shook my head indifferently. Kieran hesitated briefly before slowly saying, “Liora, actually, that day I wanted to say…” The snow was falling outside the window when I held his hand. His heart sped up, and he smiled. “Liora, I love you.” “Me too.”

"If no one else wants to be your friend, I'll be your friend. From now on, I've got your back." She scratched her head bashfully when he stared at her. Upon second thought, she unhooked the keychain from her backpack and handed it to him with a dimpled grin. "Here. This is a friendship gift," she said. At that moment, the seed of love took root in Carter's heart. He had treasured that gift for many years. Now, staring at the keychain for what felt like an eternity, Carter finally placed it into a box. Sealing the box felt like he was storing away the love he had harbored for Misty over the past decade.

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.

Had love spanning dimensions. That was enough. More than enough. That was everything. We emerged into chaos. But we'd faced chaos before. We'd survived worse. And we'd do it again. As many times as it took. Because that's what love did. Made you infinite. Made you unstoppable. Together. Always together. In whatever form. Forever. No matter what came next.

Your love is like that sparkling star It takes me to be so far Your love is like that solace This gives me peace within Your love is a flame that melts Me and my heart Know that this love won’t change ever Know that you will remain a special part Of my life and my being Baby, I am in love with you A love that gives me a clue This bond will stay forever in time! -WishAFriend.com Wanda awakens from her hibernation and she perceives that she is being watched. She slowly opens her eyes and registers that Milos is awake, and is staring at her. She pouts and Milos erupts in a burst of deep, husky laughter.

Thomas whispered on his lover's ears. "You won't abandon me, right?" Fara’s crestfallen voice gently floated audibly on the ears of the cultivators around. Though it was mosquito like in scale, a murmur, a gentle tremor, yet how could such a paltry hindrance bar the capture of the curious. These lot could change landscapes and empty ocean floors if they wish so, what more some little pronouncements of love in their midst. It was ever the tragic tales of love that invited the fancy of the romantics. This was true in the past, real in the present, and will forever remain significant on the morrow.

However, she only smirked before turning to leave. I stared at the spot where she had knocked before. I discovered a barely noticeable dent in the wheelchair's armrest. After opening it, I found a GPS tracker embedded inside. There was a similar mark at the lower end of my prosthetic leg. … The next morning, under his grandfather's orders, Quinton drove me to visit his parents' graves. But after receiving a message, he suddenly pulled over and abandoned me by the roadside. The wind in the suburbs was much harsher than in the city, chilling me to my core.

The world around me shattered into nothing but him and the unbearable silence creeping in between his words. “I love you,” I whispered, my forehead pressing against his. “Please don’t leave me.” A weak, almost imperceptible smile ghosted his lips. “And I… love you.” My heart clenched, cracked, and split apart as he whispered the next words. “Kiss… me… one last time.” A sob wrenched from my throat. I leaned down, my lips pressing against his, my tears mingling with the blood on his skin. It was soft. Fragile. A desperate, broken attempt to hold onto him. To keep him here. To make him stay.

And he spoke aloud—not to the wind, but to whatever thread of Alice might still echo across time. “I will only love once,” he whispered. “And I have already given that love to you.” His voice didn’t shake. It was not a promise made in weakness, but in strength. “I do not need your hand to hold. I do not need your voice in my ear. I only need to know that once, for a moment, you were real—and you loved me in return. That is enough.” He touched his chest, where her last embrace still lingered like heat from the sun.