Novel & Cerita Sad Love Stories Books

To my lovely pals, I would like to say a very big thank you for journeying with me till the end of the love story of Cameron and Padgett. Your lovely comments and gems will make me feel happy, so I will hope to see your opinion about the book in the review section. As I always request, please try other of my books on this platform and also recommend them to your friends, the likes of "CEO Boyfriend For Rent", Love in Coat of Hate" and "Tangled Life". Once again, I would like to say thank you. Sylvia Sly

No, I did not. How could I? Those women were the ones who took away my brothers' love for me... It was their fault! (End of story)

* Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Brandon & Sophia’s Story) Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Caroline’s story) Book 3: The Rejected Luna: Daddy, Where is Mommy? (Calvin’s Story) Book 4: Fated Mates: Love Over Everything (Liara’s Story) Book 5: Mine: His Caged Princess (Tiara’s Story) [Ongoing] Book 6: It Ends With Us, Mate (Colton’s Story)- Upcoming * Stories related to these books. Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story)

“You’re so deep, stretch me, Kane. Ruin your old classmate’s pussy.” Kane groaned deeply as he fucked her hard from behind, one hand choking her throat, the other gripping her hip. “This what you wanted all those years? Getting fucked like a slut against your bookshelf?” “Yes!” she moaned, pushing back to meet every powerful thrust. “Harder. Choke me while you destroy me, I’ve dreamed about your cock for so long.” The bookshelf shook violently. Kane’s hips slapped loudly against her toned ass. “You’re so fucking tight, squeezing me like you never want me to leave.”

“You looked like the world was ending.” “It felt like it.” My hands moved down his chest, exploring. “Your turn.” He kissed my forehead, then my temple. “I almost quit last year. Burned out. The quiet gets heavy sometimes. But then this girl kept showing up, asking smart questions about old manuscripts. Made the days better.” “Me?” I asked, smiling. “You.” His lips found mine again. This kiss had heat behind it. His tongue brushed mine, and I melted into him. My back hit the bookshelf gently. A few books shifted but didn’t fall.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

“Can you hear yourself? Aurora, you’re talking about ruining your own life just to spite them.” “You don’t understand!” My voice cracked, and the first tear escaped. “I try so hard, and it’s never enough. They don’t love me, Maya. They hate me.” The dam finally broke. I sobbed into her shoulder, the sound of my grief filling the quiet space. Maya didn’t let go; she just rubbed my back and whispered that she loved me, that she cherished me, until my breathing finally leveled out. Hours later, the school day felt like a blur. I sat through my lectures, but the words were just noise. My mind was trapped back in that hallway with my mother, or in the dark study with my father.

"Colleen, I'm sorry. I misunderstood you. You're the pure, innocent one. Please forgive me. I'll give you the house and all my assets. I've locked Rosalind up. I just want the baby she's carrying. Once she delivers, I'll deal with her and avenge you." I chuckled coldly. "Adrian, I'm only picking up to tell you that you're like a piece of chewed-up gum stuck to my shoe—absolutely disgusting. Ever since I found out about you and Rosalind, I never had any intention of forgiving you. Give it up." I hung up and turned off my phone. A few days later, I saw videos online of Thomas and Juliet begging me to come back. They held up Adrian's haggard photos, apologizing everywhere. "Colleen, it was our

“Such a self-righteous, spoiled woman. I really thought you cared for him deeply.” Florence’s face turned crimson. She ground her teeth. “Don’t think he’s some saint. I lost a child for him. I’ve given up so much.” I was stunned by her audacity. She had the nerve to speak of a child. Shameless woman! Madeline looked at her coolly. “Noah already told me about the miscarriage. You only did it because your first love returned to the country!” Florence turned to me, teeth clenched. “You’re no better, Noah. You play dead and come here to keep a lover!

He continued fucking her. I was already gone. I walked fast, blinking hard, refusing to let the tears fall until I was out of the building. The late afternoon sun hit too bright. I found a bench near the fountain, sat down, and pressed my hands over my face. I shouldn’t care. I kept repeating it like it would make it true. He was my stepbrother. He had Valentina. And I had no right to feel like this. But the ache wouldn’t stop. Every image of him with her burned through me like fire, and the guilt mixed with jealousy until I couldn’t tell which was worse.