Raura Love Stories Novels & Stories

I took a screenshot of that moment from that beloved on my mobile. My enemy is sleeping with the last love of my life. I still remember when I first saw Ahana, my enemy, at that time I felt something for her but after knowing her truth I hated her. Well, I also remember that moment when I took Aarzoo in my arms for the first time, the Last love of my life.

--- Looking Forward Years passed, each one filled with laughter, love, and growth. Elara learned to ride her bike, to read, to dance. Ria’s boutique expanded into new cities. Luca’s work flourished. But through it all, the heart of their life remained the same: unwavering love, unshakable trust, and the memory of a night that had nearly broken them—but ultimately made them stronger. Sometimes, Ria would watch Luca and Elara from the balcony, her heart full. Sometimes, she would feel the quiet fire of passion when Luca would press a kiss to her neck, reminding her that their love was not just safe—it was vibrant, electric, and unending.

"What's wrong, darling? You look despondent." Bella rummaged through her bag and presented a photo of Damian and Dakota together. Rodrigue examined it carefully. His easy smile faltered. He could read the subtext of the photo way too fine: Damian was giving his heart to a different woman. He also knew that Bella hated sharing her favorites with others. He looked up at his daughter. "What are you planning to do?" Bella cast her eyes to the floor. "Call off our engagement." Bella and Damian had only gotten together after they finished high school. Then, on that very same day, Damian and his family came to propose their engagement. It was so abrupt that it didn’t sit well with Rodrigue.

I squeezed her tightly against me, feeling our unborn children between us. Rain started glowing brightly, almost as bright as the sun. She engulfed me in it, causing me to feel the absolute bliss she was feeling, both of us glowing bright. We illuminated the night sky before us. "I love you Nate Viseron." "I love you Rain Lancaster. "

he said in a taunting voice. She wiped her tears with the back of his hands and looked at him with a pleading gaze. She was hurting so bad this pain was more than a physical pain but she didn't want to leave him for an unknown mistake that she had not done. They loved each other for years. They survived every hardship in their relationship. Everyone said online relationship is a hoax but they proved it wrong. Everyone said long-distance relationships didn't last long but they proved it wrong. Their love can't be defeated so easily. She would not give up so easily.

Rakaa said and it was the last stroke for Roy. Roy punched Rakaa in the face making him fall on the ground. He was about to pick him up again but his words stopped him. "Do you really think she loves you? Are you that stupid?" Rakaa said halting Roy from his steps. He knew that Mayra didn't love him and just considered him a friend. He also knew that there was a chance of her not loving him ever in life but that would not stop him from loving her. Yes, he realized the fact that he was in love with her. Not lust, not attraction but love. He has fallen deeper into her purity that he didn't even realize how and when he stopped living in his past and wanted to accept her in his future.

"I don't ask for anything from you but this time I ask you to always believe in me." It is difficult for Ara to do that but she will try to trust Raymond even though his parents and the woman he will be matched with continue to intimidate him. Tonight Raymond will entertain Ara with some of his stories, not only that, he also tells very famous love stories from various countries. "There are so many love stories in this world, and I've always loved reading them." Of course, Raymond's statement left Ara stunned. He really didn't expect that a cold person like Raymond would like love stories.

she called. The humans shouted. The music swelled. She tossed. And I, ever vigilant, leapt. The bouquet arced through the air, petals catching light, and before Bia’s greedy hand could reach it, I pounced. Perfect form. Direct hit. The crowd gasped, then roared with laughter. I strutted away with the bouquet clutched triumphantly in my mouth, ignoring Bia’s glare. Victory was mine. Again. The humans cheered louder. Dez whooped, “Goose called dibs on the next love story!”

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.”