She Loved Me Novels & Stories

I told her. She clutched at me, her body trying to get closer to me, even though she was already as close as she could be. It was as if she was trying to get under my skin, to fuse herself to me. “She loved me,” she whimpered, her voice muffled by my chest. “She did,” I affirmed.

Left you to die and came back to me. A slow, cruel satisfaction spread across his face afterward. “She came back to me. The man she actually loves.”

She hated me, but the bond didn’t care about pride or politics or timing. It only knew one thing. She was mine. And I had never wanted something so badly that didn’t want me back.

She doesn't know how to let herself be loved. But I am here. I am patient. I am stubborn. I am in love. And one day, she will know. ---

“ Further, “I cannot blame her for having such admiration that turned into love during the time when Daddy Joash was still busy ruling our tribes and responding to Mom Janes' capriciousness." She laughs and gives him a quick hug, kissing his bearded face warmly. "Hello, Papa Rudolf, my dear. It is good to see you again. I already miss you a lot." Rudolf was captivated by her unique beauty, which set her apart from the native Hebrew tribes, when he noticed that her smile was similar to Olympia's every time they met.

“She loves me, and I love her. That will never change. She will be my Luna.” A flicker of hurt crossed Lila’s features, but it was quickly replaced by a steely resolve.

She had died the day she walked out the front door when I was ten years old. I sat close to the fire and opened the journal I had taken from Moana's drawer. I had every single word memorized by now. The first time she saw me. The first time she felt something for me. The way her heart raced when I looked at her. The way she couldn't stop thinking about me even when she was with Kenzie. She loved me before she even knew what love was. She loved me when she was pretending to hate me.

two broken hearts holding each other. Then the words slipped out of me before I could stop them. “I love you,” I whispered. She froze. Those words… I didn’t even know they were sitting inside me until they fell out. But it was true. I loved her presence. I loved the way she stayed even when I pushed her, hated her, or hurt her. I loved the way she kept coming back. I loved her stubbornness, her soft heart, her foolish loyalty. She had become a sister I could never afford to lose.

But she just shakes her head, her eyes welling up with tears, and takes another step back, as if she's trying to escape the truth. “Ten years ago” “Why?” The question had a lot of agenda. Why did she do this? Why me? Why was she against my happiness? “Because I love you” I am so confused at the point, what love is she talking about. All we shared was business interest and after that, we were just friends. I took her as my sister and took care of her. “I have always loved you” she adds. I shake my head at such useless words. “So you did all these”

She was the only truth in this pack of lies. My heart still felt bruised, but her presence made the pain easier to breathe through. I closed my eyes again, letting the warmth of her soothe the cold that had settled in my chest. My breathing slowed. “I love you,” I whispered quietly. I didn’t mean it in the way people usually did. It wasn’t about romance or blood or bonds. I just loved her. The way she stayed. The way she took care of me like her daughter. The way she never asked for more than I could give. The way she saw through the silence.