Romance Novels About Unrequited Love Novels & Stories

"What are you sorry for?" Noah laughed at her reaction. He couldn't comprehend why she was looking like she had done something wrong. "It's just a breakup," he told her. "It's not that serious." Vivienne's expression didn't change much even when she couldn't obviously see how hard he was trying to lighten the mood. He seemed to not know that she was the girl who had an unrequited love towards him. And unrequited love is often etched on your very bones and becomes a part of your soul. You begin to read the object of that unrequited love closely in silence.

“I know she is not mine. There is no reason for her to want someone like me but I am contented with our friendship. All I can do is hope that even when she marries Xander, she will still be willing to talk to me. She is my first everything.” Suddenly her pain felt like nothing compared to Dante's. All his life he was treated as nothing and finally someone sees him but he can't have her. If only he could return her feelings. She would make him feel better and happy, at least. How was she going to explain to him that even if Almira wanted to, she couldn't be with him because of her bond with Xander? Unrequited love was a different kind of pain. One that could take almost a lifetime to go away.

The stares didn't bother her anymore. There were different kinds of looks that she received, of course—the pitying kind, the disdainful (as if it was somehow her fault that her fiancé hadn't turned up at the altar), indifferent ones and then the worst kind were the ones that the men threw her way-the lustful glances. Ever since she'd been jilted, the gentlemen(who hardly deserved to be called that) thought that she'd be grateful for whatever attention that she received. Maybe the lewd gazes, she could get used to. But the suggestive caresses and inappropriate offers, she couldn't.

my dad said, I could feel his rage from here and I don't like that feeling so I just hung up. "Is it family again?" Amber asked sighing knowing the response "well I’m" I said trying to forget what happened a few minutes ago. I wore a knitted bear sweater, baggy jeans, and white sneakers. "Hey, studying the romance book by Arosh Tanjil, It’s good isn’t” a familiar voice said behind me, as I turned around I saw…Mattheo…I don’t know why I was expecting Xander. “You’ve read it before?” I asked as he nodded and my eyes widened a little “didn’t know boys read romance books” I murmured before continuing to read the book “hey I just wanted to say sorry for what happened on Sunday, I just don’t know

I heard many speeches and quotes throughout this day but as I stood in the middle of West Lane's function hall in my graduation gown, the one quote that kept playing in my head was a quote from a book that I read a long time ago. I'll tell you...what real love is. It is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to someone who smites it. Charles Dickens pretty much sums up what it feels like when love is unrequited in Great Expectations and what it feels like to love you, Adrian. I didn't even see you at all today but you are the only one I kept thinking about. I know tha

But, I stayed strong and buried my feelings for him away. Well, most of them. I still get blindly jealous when Allison even looks at Luke or speaks of him. I write down all my feelings in my notebook then set it back down on the side table that sits beside the hammock. I pick up a thick romance book then begin to read for the rest of the day, eventually falling asleep and spending the night in the garden. In the morning... I hear birds sing and a jolt of pain shoots up my back. This hammock really isn't that comfortable.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

In the quiet embrace of the café, Aiden and Emily found themselves grappling with the intricacies of their unrequited love. Their eyes locked, conveying a depth of emotion that words alone could not capture. Each sip of coffee served as a poignant reminder of the bitter reality they faced. "Emily," Aiden began, his voice filled with a mix of resignation and tenderness, "we must confront the truth that our hearts belong elsewhere. To pursue a marriage based on such a fragile foundation would only lead to a lifetime of discontentment."

“I mean as in willing to see to my every desire…” “Most definitely not your type…” She was such a shit. “Look Tristan…” And the seriousness… “Trust me when I tell you that you don’t want me… Not in any way. I am not about what you are and you are not about what I am… Let’s just say we aren’t happening.” “I want to have you… At least once.” He admitted. “We can’t always get what we want…” Tristan was really unsure how to sway her. He knew for a fact that gifts were not going to work on her. He knew throwing money at her wasn’t going to go in his favour… Think Tristan…

Across the bed, Roman took her the way he always handled everything: with quiet control and detached precision, claiming her ass without a single word. We moved because we had to. Because that’s what was expected of us. Because the darkness inside needed a body to bleed into. But our minds… our souls… they were somewhere else entirely. Lost in the fantasy of the woman we couldn’t touch. The only one who could truly complete us. The only one who could tame the storm we had become. After the encounter, we left the brothel and got into the self-driving vehicle in silence. The silence had never been this heavy.