Novel & Cerita Romance Novels About Unrequited Love

Wild-hearted and free. But freedom, as she knew it, was on borrowed time. Romance was the last thing on her mind—but it was already coming. Uninvited. Uncompromising. In the form of a man she didn’t know yet. A man sent not to woo her, but to rein her in.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

Wake up to yourself. Kerrien didn’t know what to say. She stared at him. Perhaps he was telling the truth. He was, after all, a self-confessed womanizer. What he said about her was true. She did have romantic ideas of love and marriage but she also knew rather too much of the difficulties when marriages go wrong. She couldn’t remember her own father but she had memories of long evenings of heart-ache her mother had suffered, trying to bring up a child on her own. She worked at anything she could, to make sure that Kerrien had everything she wanted. She had often been lonely, but never complained. When her health began to fail, Kerrien had become aware of an entirely different sort of sufferi

I still remember his words before I was told to drag him back to Earth. He had said, “Well, well, if it isn't my favorite Vampy boy, Atlas. You know, he’s the sexiest amongst all your servants here, well, obviously after your beloved Queen.” Sin might have not understood what he meant by that, but I understood. The forbidden romance had been going on for a century now. They are the secrets I didn't dare expose to Sin. If I did, I would be dead. These secrets bring me shame. Most of the misfortunes the Kingdom has encountered has been the effects of the forbidden romance. I never took Luca back to Earth despite Sin's instructions, and that was how he was able to capture and torture November.

He couldn't possibly tell his daughter that they got married while he was in a coma. In his heart, he was very upset about what kind of movie a child of Joen's age had watched. His eyes flashed back to Nayla's face who was repeatedly hurt by him, but the pain in his heart deepened because of an endless regret. “But, sweetheart... Papa and Mama's relationship is not as you imagined. Sometimes, love is unrequited.” Little Joen looked at his father in confusion, but he listened attentively. “You mean... Mama doesn't love papa?”

“I want you as my wife, not because you are saving me but because you are important to me, everything to me, actually. I will forever be grateful for this, Sandy and I hope I become the perfect husband to you and father to any child we have in the future.” I wanted to kiss him so badly at that moment. He was making me feel a rush of emotions and I could not kiss him so deep to express just how I felt. I hated this feeling of unrequited love I had for him. I hated it so much when I needed him to love me back. “Thank you, Sandy.” I smiled. “I will always be here for you.” Before I knew it, he was closing the space between us and leaning over my face. My heart stopped beating for a second and w

he explained, his words landing like a blow to my chest. My heart sank as I struggled to process his revelation. Girlfriend? He had a girlfriend? The realization hit me like a wave, leaving me feeling hurt and blindsided. While I grappled with the pain of unrequited love, Atlas appeared unaffected. Of course, he would be—he couldn't possibly understand the depths of my anguish. After all, it was only me who harbored unrequited feelings for him.

Safe. Anthony wandered toward the fiction section while Lila ran her fingers along a row of spines. She paused at a worn copy of Wuthering Heights, flipping it open to a passage she’d underlined in her own copy at home. Something about passion and destruction and longing that refused to fade. “You’d make a good Catherine,” Anthony said behind her, his voice thoughtful. “But less tragic. I’d never leave you on a moor.” She turned, laughing. “That’s a weirdly romantic thing to say.”

More… specific. I read romance novels and decided the first step to getting his attention was to make him see me as something other than Jane’s little friend. I started wearing shorter skirts when I knew I’d see him. Tighter tops. I’d pull my hair up to expose my neck, mimicking gestures I’d seen in movies. But he never gave me a second glance. Not until I went for the nuclear option. Last night, I sent him photos. Not just any photos. Explicit ones. Carefully angled, lit by the dim lamp in my dorm room, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sent them to his private email, the one I’d memorized from seeing it on paperwork years ago.

His fingers toyed with the lingerie, reminding me of our supposedly unforgettable past. Still, if we were to look at the situation carefully, wouldn't it be Dominic who was jealous? Wasn't he the one clutching at the past, even deliberately traveling to Northbrook? I folded my arms but secretly brushed my foot against Maxwell's calf. A powerful desire for revenge suddenly surged within me. With his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and striking long legs, Maxwell possessed a dangerous, almost predatory beauty in his eyes. That made me question—what could possibly make him less than Dominic?