Percabeth Love Stories Novels & Stories

He questioned whether it was possible to find love again, and if doing so would mean betraying the memory of his beloved princess. Elena, sensing Gabriel's internal struggle, offered him understanding and support. She assured him that love was not a finite resource and that the heart had the capacity to love more than one person. Elena admired Gabriel's dedication to Isabella's memory and the foundation, but she also saw the loneliness in his eyes and wished to fill that void.

Just then, Charlie leaned over and whispered in his ear. "The new girl, she is beautiful, isn't she?" Charlie said. "Yeah, she is.'' Blake said. Charlie had also been staring at Amelia ever since she stepped into the class, he was also crushing on her already. "I think I like her. I'm walking up to her after class to let her know,'' Blake said. Charlie was surprised. Blake has never been known to like any girl in his life. Why did it have to be a girl he also liked? "But Blake, you are dating Catherine already". Charlie said.

I, without moving my gaze while continuing my work, replied to her, "Yes Sophie" "Who is your prom Dia?" Then I moved my gaze and looked at her, "No one". She said with a shocked expression, "Are you serious Dia? For God's sake today is prom". "So what?", I said while raising my one eyebrow. "So you should come with your prom". "Sophie you know that I'm not interested in it". After saying I again began to continue my work. "O come on Dia don't be like Ananya. Prom comes once in a year and you should come and enjoy it with your special one". "But Sophie I haven't found someone special yet". Then I turned towards her and asked her, "Anyways what about you? With whom you are coming?" "Ofcourse

"But anyway, blame it on Percy. It was him who suddenly confessed to me." I brought my eyes back to Percival and smiled at him. He smiled back at me before sliding his arm around my waist. "I'm sorry I took too long to tell you, love," Percival said. He looked at Cadmus and smirked. "I loved Katalina ever since we were young. I just never had the courage to say it. I thought I had lost her when she married someone else, but I was happy for her and distanced myself. Until I found out that she wasn't happy and the marriage was heading for a divorce."

I watched him gasp and his eyes start to glow. "Don't start mating in front of me, you two fuckers," Effie growled teasingly and I started laughing until Ambrose bit my neck releasing his mate venom into my veins. My body felt like it was being submerged into a warm bath and I gazed lovingly into his green eyes and smiled. Being true pereche was completely different from a like or infatuation. It was deep and touched the very depths of your soul. "I love you Ambrose. My true pereche," I growled softly and searched for his lips to kiss. I kissed him hungrily and felt myself getting aroused. Ambrose pulled back and ran his fingers through his hair.

"She was casting a spell on you. It's a common occurrence these days. Women often use such things to make a man fall in love. She must have been preparing for a long time to get hold of your soul." "But you know what the strangest thing is? Now, knowing what she did, I don't even feel angry. But the pain for my loved ones and the terrible shame of betraying my family and being just a nobody is driving me crazy. I have not lived up to their expectations. And it hurts me more than Celeste's false love." Percival listened intently, and then, taking a small notebook from his pocket, he began to write something down. His graceful long fingers, with the ink on their skin, moved quickly across the

“You think you can ruin my life and then sit here and talk about want, like it will erase everything you’ve done? You tried to kill me. You poisoned your friend’s food.” Luca leaned forward, his gaze never leaving hers. “Ruin your life?” he echoed, his tone soft, almost incredulous. “Kiara, everything I’ve done—every single thing—was for us. For you. Because I love you.” Her laugh was bitter and sharp. “Love? You don’t even know what that word means. Manipulation, lies, poison—that’s what you call love?”

As memories flooded back, the ⁠nights spent entwined, skin to skin, the ⁠whispers of forever in the darkness, eyes locked, souls seemingly connected. Her chest constricted as she continued to recall the other sides of Ryan. The fierce grip of his obsession, the suffocating weight of his control, and his crushing blow of his deception. Ryan's charm masked a darker reality; his love was a suffocating shackle. Emma deserved to see the real Ryan, she mummured as Selena vowed ⁠to shatter the facade. Now, seeing him with someone else, the betrayal burned deep. Emma doesn’t deserve him, Selena thought. And Ryan doesn’t deserve to move on so easily.

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th

“Pasalubong.” Inside was a delicate silver bracelet, simple and elegant, with a tiny rose charm attached. “This rose,” he said gently, “is a symbol of my love for you. Just a small reminder that you’re always in my heart.” I looked at the bracelet, then at him. I said nothing for a while. “Can I put it on you?” he asked. Still silent, I extended my wrist. He clasped the bracelet around it with such care, it made my heart ache.