Requited Love Novels & Stories

Yet now, he was the one who hurt her the most. A single tear rolled down Mabel's cheek. Slowly, she picked up the pen and signed her name. "I hate you, Lennon." After signing, she tossed the paper aside and forcefully pushed Lennon away, quickly inserting the oxygen tube for Gisselle. Lennon picked up the paper elegantly and replied calmly, "Love makes hate possible, Mabel. I know you love me. Don't worry. The position of Mrs. Shepard will always be yours. There's only one week until our wedding. This time, I'll make it spectacular."

he said, a cunning look in his eyes as my gaze shifted instantly. “A chain?” I asked. Since I didn’t wear any chain yesterday, I realized right away it might belong to Michelle. “Let me have it,” I told him, and he handed me a small pack. I opened it quickly and pulled out a necklace with a small heart-shaped pendant.”. I recognized it immediately—she had worn it yesterday. And I noticed how she had touched the chain so many times within the short period we stayed together—it was clearly special to her. Now, it lay in my hand, with her unspoken story , it wasn’t just about saying sorry anymore. I had to return it.

It wasn't just this that made her want a divorce; it was simply the last straw. Anna had loved Gerald for ten years. Five years ago, when Grandpa Davis suddenly told her that Gerald wanted to marry her, she was overjoyed beyond words. Love blinded her to the fact that she never bothered that Gerald's heart belonged to another woman. She was confident that given five years, she could warm warm Gerald's heart. But five years passed, and she realized Gerald's heart was harder than stone. She couldn't compete with the woman after his heart, especially now that she had returned.

“As your friend, I hope you stop thinking like that. You know who her husband is. You can't compete with him. Besides, are you sure that feeling is still love after so many years? Unrequited love always fails.” Maybe it's time to give up. But Ellijah didn't back down. A sad, stubborn smile appeared on his lips. “That's not true. I really love her.” Inside, he admitted to himself: It's true that I never accepted being rejected. But I miss her. I always will. Victoria was the first woman I ever loved. I can't accept that I'll never have her. In the evening, after playing with the children, Victoria went upstairs with a tray in her hands. She had made coffee for

I stood still, soaked to the bone, staring at the tracks like they might swallow everything I didn’t want to feel. Then I heard him. “Queeneth!” Reuben came running, an umbrella in his hand. His hair was plastered to his forehead, his shirt sticking to his skin. He stopped in front of me, breathless, rain dripping off him. “Please,” he said softly. “You’ll get sick.” I looked at him, tears spilling again. “I loved you, Reuben.” He winced. “I rejected Collins for you,” I said, voice trembling. “I fought the bond, I broke myself apart for you. Was any of it real?”

She tries to stop the tears by putting her hands on her eyes, but she fails. "My bad! His selfless love never mattered to you; his words matter to you! I'm sorry, dear, I can't accept it." "I don't know if you really loved me because I heard that love means trust, care, and adoration, and I can't see anything except doubt." "Yes, I loved and trusted you, but what did you do to me? You betrayed me, rejected me, hurt me for days over days, and you are here telling me what love is?" "It's for revenge?" "If you think so, then it is." "Great!" "Wanna flee from me?" Rosalia smiles while removing the tears from her eyes. "No!" "Why? Your revenge isn't done yet." "I want you to take your revenge on

She stared into his brown eyes. Unrequited love is the worst. It never quenches your thirst. When you love someone the most, but they treat you like a ghost. You don't exist to them, even if they're your gem. It hurts your heart and tears you apart. Your soul gives a desperate plea, for them to just see, that you're right in front of their eyes. Only once it's too late, they realize. It's like a stab to the chest, leaving you in a state of unrest.

He was worried but she wasn't able to comfort him more and rushed towards the washroom. Locking it, she slided down the door, tears slipping out of her eyes, towards the cheeks, seeping into nothingness. Maybe, that was what Unrequited love felt like. When your heart ached seeing them together; stomach dropping seeing them smile; your lungs close to bursting seeing them close, too close. And it was all her fault.

The same one he gives when he’s about to say something I won’t be ready for. And then, like he was just waiting for me to look up, he said, “You remember what you promised?” I frowned. “What promise?” “My reward,” he said, tilting his head. “I want it now.” I laughed, brushing him off. “You’re unbelievable. What reward? You won, congrats. That’s your reward.” But Kae didn’t laugh. He just kept staring. Then he moved closer — way too close. “Kae—”

“I want your love. That’s why I did everything I did. Because I love you so much and can’t stand being rejected by you.” Stanley regards her with a mixture of scrutiny and sadness. “Emily, there is no love in what you did,” he says firmly. “You didn’t act out of love; you acted out of hate and envy. What you did to Eloise and to us… it wasn’t love. It was cruelty.” Emily’s face contorts with rage. “You don’t understand,” she hisses. “You’ve never understood how much I love you.” Stanley shakes his head. “You don’t understand what love is, Emily. Love isn’t about control or manipulation. It’s about trust, respect, and kindness. And what you did… it was none of those things.”