Our Asymptotic Love Story Novels & Stories

In that quiet cocoon, Ashier marveled at the depth of his love for Blair and the beauty they had found in each other. With a gentle kiss on Blair's forehead, Ashier silently vowed to make the most of the time they had left. He knew that their days together were numbered, but he would seize each one with unwavering love and a smile on his face. In the face of the approaching farewell, Ashier found solace in the present, in the warmth of Blair's presence, and in the knowledge that their love would forever endure.

Hayley watched the emotions flitting across his face as her heart filled with pain. “I don’t care about your dark past. I want nothing in return. I just love you, Ashton,” she whispered, her eyes filling up with tears. She had expected him to be happy after reading about her feelings for him. She had expected anything except this. It proved that he didn’t love her. Ashton gazed at her, too dumbfounded to react. He didn’t deserve such unconditional love! His fingers gripped the base of her head, and he could feel himself being pulled by her luscious lips. Could he get a last taste before he left forever?

she said placidly. Damon was stung. He looked down and started to weep, "I just want you to know I regret what I did, okay? I know I'd done a lot of wrong, so I'm atoning. I just don't want to lose you anymore!" "So? What are you trying to prove by letting yourself go like this? That this is what your love could make you do? That you're so uncontrollably remorseful now?" He looked up at her gaze with pain in his eyes. "I just want you to know that it's not like I don't care about you!" he said hoarsely, determined. "In fact, the one I treasure the most is you."

ASHTON'S POV Love.* The word was a physical blow. Ashton’s mask almost cracked. *She doesn’t know the meaning of the word. Not the way Novah did. Not the way I do.* He saw Novah tracing the scar above his eyebrow, her touch a silent question and acceptance. He felt her lips against his, not demanding, but giving. Heard her broken whisper outside his door: *"I love you."* Loveth’s declaration was a political speech, a coronation of her ambition wrapped in pretty lies.

He eyes me from top to toe. Was there any need to remind me that I am so unlucky and about to be his second wife! A slow romantic the tune starts to play in the background where Aspen places his hands on my bareback and pulls me closer to him. Now our bodies are so close that I can literally feel his hard chest. With the music, we start to move in rhythm. Slowly Aspen s hand moves a little upward toward the thread tying my blouse. In an instinct, I try to move away from him but being weak; I was pulled closer towards him. Now our faces are also so close with our breath mingling. This feels so hypnotizing.1

Wade's father died in the line of duty. At his funeral, Wade stood solemnly at the very front of the crowd. By the time I hurried back from out of town, there were only two spots left for the funeral procession. One was beside my husband of seven years, Wade, whom I had secretly married. The other was at the very back of the line. Naturally, I assumed the spot beside him had been left for me. But the moment I took a step forward, Wade walked right past me and nodded in the direction of my best friend standing behind me. "Helen, come here." The relatives around us began looking in our direction. Someone murmured, "Isn't that Wade's girlfriend? They look perfect together." Others began c

"I said no, so no!" "Ah you, I've recovered," Dita said, pursing her lips. "Okay, but if your leg hurts tomorrow, let me know." "Yes, thank you." said Dita happily, unconsciously running and hugging Radya's body. She could hear Radya's heart beating fast as she hugged him. "What's wrong with your heart?" Dita teased. "You're far away," Radya quickly pushed Dita's body gently so that she no longer hugged him. For some reason, being in contact with Dita made his heart race faster, plus his blood rushed. Is that what is called LOVE? ***

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

I have said all these in one go and shouting loud. Why is he telling me... that I left that wedding?! Arghhh!! "Say that again," "I," Before I could complete he hugged me so tight lifting me off the floor. "Love you." I too hugged him. "I love you too, my birdy." He said placing a soft wet kiss below my left ear and burying his face in the crook of my neck. His eyes were moist I could feel the wetness on my neck. I made him cry. "I am sorry," I said holding him more firmly as my life depended on him. Love is beautiful but the path of it to be one is always painful even if it is a sweet love story or a sad one like us. I can't even think of my life without Avinash.

___ **Back to reality** The fading echoes of Draven and Lysandra's forbidden love story hung heavy in the air, their whispers weaving through the rustling leaves and painting the sunset sky with hues of bittersweet yearning. Adrian and Seraphina, bound together by fate's cruel hand and ancestral ties, found themselves caught in the maelstrom of a love story destined to defy the very fabric of their existence.