One Love Book Novels & Stories

“What?” “You left before they could leave you.” “That’s not why… It’s not like I…” I go still. Because she’s not wrong. I swallow. Her voice softens. “Do you love them?” “Yes.” “All of them?” “Yes.” “No favorites?” I laugh, but it breaks halfway through. “No. They’re…very different. But they’re mine. Or they were.” “This isn’t an easy situation you put yourself in.” Another laugh. “No, it is not.”

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But what misfortune did fate brought to his feet as the woman he loved passed away. The only woman that he will ever love in his lifetime. The feeling that only comes once in a lifetime, true love that carries two hearts into one with loyalty. Not even an exact copy of the woman will bring his heart to throb, not even the most beautiful could get him to stare. In his heart, there is only one girl, Crystal, a girl who long fooled him with pretense, but also a girl who made his heart beat in love once again.

Thanks to all of you who read this book to the very end. Novel may not remember anything, but her heart knows she belongs to Alexei. Love is beautiful, and I hope each of you finds a love that fills your heart with happiness—a love your heart can recognize even when your mind cannot. Thank you all for your support. You can also check out my other book, I'm Your Brother's Wife, Dear Ace. Thank you! 😊

Let's do this. Giselle gave him a confused look while Hyun was too proud of himself. This book was the work of the God of Love. He put everything that he found all these years on how to improve one's love. Giselle opened the book. She saw it one time but did not pay much attention. "I t... h a s... m o r e... t h e n.... t h o u s a n d... p a g e s. W e... c a n... r a n d o m l y... t r y.. o n e.. t h i n g.... e a c h... d a y."

"Thank you, I feel very happy to see you again..." People say first love will always be a beautiful memory because it gives lessons and the meaning of what true love means even though you can't have it. Or maybe that first love is still beautiful because it can never be achieved. It feels beautiful to love one-sidedly in silence, to be the deepest secret, to be treated so preciously, to be beautifully enthroned in a special corner of the heart. Whatever people say about the meaning of first love, for Joan Lee that first love is Lynd Olsen. ***

The soft rustling of leaves in the breeze was the only sound keeping me company, my back was facing the neighbor’s balcony. How could someone be so cruel? I clenched the edge of the book tighter as I thought about how she had been hiding her pain for so long. It was not until the book was no longer in my hands that I snapped out of my daze.I immediately stood up and turned around to see Owen standing there, a mischievous grin on his face as he read the cover. "‘One Hundred and One Ways to Get Your Dream Man’. A book that will help you to find your soulmate" Owen smirked. "Interesting”. He pressed his lips together with raised eyebrows.

I wince and move it a few inches away before bringing it back to my ear. "Troy are you there?" She calls again and I nod like she can see me. "Yes Rachel,I'm here." I say and resume walking out of the school. My foot slightly nudges a small book on the floor and I carefully study it before bending to pick it up. The word 'Diary' is printed in a bright, colourful pink on the book and I groan. It must have fallen out of the mysterous girl's open school bag.

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

Agatha whispered in my ear, her arm sliding around my waist as we paused in front of the main wall of photographers. "I love you, Agatha," I murmured back, leaning my head against her shoulder for a fraction of a second, completely unbothered by the flashing cameras capturing the intimate gesture. "I love you more," she replied softly. As we walked through the grand glass doors of the theater, leaving the cameras behind to officially watch the premiere of Love Triangle, I knew our journey through the storm was finally complete. We had fought through manipulation, heartbreak, and a literal hell just to find our way back to each other. But standing here, secure in her arms, I knew that every s