Percabeth Love Stories Novels & Stories

“One thing, to write a romance novel.” “Me too. Never liked those types of novels.” “There is one more type that I don't like.” “What type is that?” “Where the husband cheats his wife, and she faithfully prays that he will return to her and that they will live happily ever after.” “Just, look at our Lady Vertina.” “What's with her?” “The last time, I heard about her, she had three lovers and two husbands.” “Three lovers and two husbands? ” “Yes. Do you know, what's the best part?”

That grabbed her attention and she looked at him Confused, thinking why would he hate her. Xavion looked at her sadly. "Now will you listen to me?..." Eira frowned and gave him a stiff nod, internally praying that everything becomes alright like before. She didn't wanted to seperate from him. "Okay..." "Marcel and my father were rivals from the beginning. I wasn't Alpha at that time. Patricia were favourite daughter of Marcel, he was a proud father because she was smart, Beauty with brains. Patricia and I crossed each other's path in the forest few times. That turned into friendship and friendship slowly turned into love. We both knew that our families won't accept our relationship because w

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.

There, she has a one-night stand with a guy who, surprise, happens to be the son of her dad's new fiancée. As Elissa navigates this unexpected romance, she grapples with family secrets and her own feelings. Will she be able to handle the complications that come with this forbidden love, or will everything fall apart? Join Elissa on a journey of love, surprises, and family drama as she discovers the twists life has in store.

“No one even knows here why that’d be a compliment.” “I do,” Zephyr said. “The love story of Vega and Altair. An immortal goddess falling in love with a mortal where the two of them cross the celestial river every year just to meet each other again for that one day where the entire universe stops existing just for the two of them. Just like our story. Princess is the immortal goddess who honoured a mere mortal by her divine love.” Zephyr looked at me, but soon his gaze skimmed back to Juliette as she almost squealed.

With Tatiana? Well… that’s a story for another time. Well… that’s exactly where we agreed to leave it. In the past. The whole thing with Tatiana felt like some weird, distant dream now. Fuzzy at the edges. My body barely even remembered the pain anymore. Being mated to Percival had a way of blotting out the ugly with so much good. So much love. Tatiana and Percival were never a real thing anyway. They had no spark, no real connection—it was just the pregnancy that had tangled them together in the first place.

Hayden pulled his chair next to her wheelchair so he could wrap his arms around her. "Sweetheart, when I saw you walking toward me at the banquet, I knew I was in love with you. I never believed in love at first sight, but that's what I felt about you. I wasn't going to rest until you were mine. Every other woman disappeared the minute I saw you. Even when you cut me down the first time I tried to hit on you, I think that made me fall for you even more." He put his forehead against hers. He couldn't wait until she had the casts off so he could hold her as he wanted.

And what I hear, breaks my heart. The girl who is working the counter, her name is Carmen, which I now know is the ex girlfriend of Jace. Is tell her friend, Skyler, that her and Jace have worked everything out and that he finally dropped the “uptight American girl”. I feel a single tear slide down my cheek as I turn and walk out of the café, I’ve never felt more humiliated about anything in my life. As soon as I’m far enough away from the café I let the tears really fall, because he never actually loved me and he must have just wanted to cross “American girl” off a list of things he wanted to accomplish.

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It wasn’t desperate, or rough, or hungry with weeks of pent-up frustration. It was slow. Soft. A kiss that tasted like forgiveness and hesitation, like hope and fear, like something fragile and new and terrifyingly real. And the moment his arms tightened around me, the moment he sighed into my mouth, his entire body melting into mine like he had been waiting for this just as much as I had, I knew. I knew. I still loved him. Even after everything. Even after the lies and the heartbreak and the betrayal that had shattered me into something unrecognizable.