Soubi Loveless Novels & Stories

My elbow hits the vase mistakenly as it falls on the ground. Stupid girl! "Ohh so you are there, " He heard it, feeling the shiver running down my spine, I hope it hasn't happened, I haven't met him. I felt a stronghold on my right hand, He towers over me, "L-Leave me alone, " I stuttered, trying not to look up into his dark brown eyes which scares me. He chuckles darkly, leaning towards me, he said. "Not today, my love, " I shut my eyes tightly 'this is just a nightmare, it will end' I thought.

he looked over her pale face while scratching his three days old stubble absent-mindedly and was grateful that she was getting some color back, she had been pale as death the first two days and he had been scared but he was glad that was over now. He swore the woman had the gift of scaring him half to death, he sighed moved closer to touch her face with his bandaged hand. He had come to terms with himself that he was felt something for the woman, he cared for her differently and he didn't know why maybe because she always managed to get on his nerve, or maybe she was so beautiful he couldn't take his eyes off her most times. he stayed that way for a while committing her features to memory, w

How could I forget he won me to make my life a living hell? He’ll do whatever he feels like to do with my body. He’ll burn me with his slow flaming torture for the rest of my life and he doesn’t care about my pain, the pain which gives him satisfying pleasure. He will be more pleased watching me break with every breath I take in pain. And there is no one for me to save me from his torture which he always calls it as his love. And what would you name it? Maybe, ‘His Heartless Love'. “Too late, Angel.” His voice was heavy with cruel determination as the leather crop sliced through the thick silence and licked across my flushed flesh.

he collected a glass of champagne from the waitress that passed us by “I loved a girl once, genuinely” “I don't love Lorenzo, don't get ahead of yourself” I fixed my gaze on Lorenzo and Cheyenne who were now slow dancing with each other “Yes, but you feel something deep and special for him” Haze moved closer to me. “Even though you're too stubborn to admit it” he chuckled. “I'll continue with my story… I loved a girl once, I found myself doing things for her I never thought u would ever do for anyone… you won't believe, I began learning how to cook because upon my stalking, I figured out she liked guys who can cook”

My head whipped to the side to recognize the other person. " I believe I have never told you my name. I am Louis, Louis Smith. Now you see, I have a fully loaded gun that is poking your side as of now. Any sudden movements and a bullet will be shot right into your side. Seeing as that you're a doctor, you know how much damage that would make." Louis smirked, digging the gun deeper into my side.

And then… the shadows moved. From behind the altar, a figure emerged. Not Layla. Not a rogue. But something else entirely. He looked like a man carved from ash and smoke. Tall, lean, eyes like hollow moons. He bore no scars, yet his presence screamed of pain. He smiled — a hollow, too-wide grin. “You’ve brought it,” he said, voice layered with echo. “The key.” Kate’s breath caught. “The obsidian?” “The Heart of the Moon,” he whispered. “Left behind when your kind fled these halls. It binds fate. And blood.”

Stephie's ears buzzed as her eyes could focus on nothing more than the slight bounce of Jacob's pulse along the border of his neck. He swallowed softly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and suddenly her own throat felt parched. "Mmh?" Jacob hummed in question, and the baritone in his chest urged Stephie to grip the sink's edge even as her spine pushed against the metal, in an attempt to keep a modest amount of space between her person and his.

The main thing was the emotions that the music gave: from bright, unclouded sadness and a bitter feeling of loneliness to elation when you want to love everyone in this world. Annelle touched the foggy glass with the tip of her index finger and drew a line through which the ground and bare trees, lightly dusted with snow, became more clearly visible. She turned her palm over and looked at the damp, glistening pad of her finger. And how did these simple patterns of repeating circles and stripes manage to remain unique among seven and a half billion people? “Madam, we’ll be there in a couple of minutes,” the driver announced. “Okay, thank you,” Annelle turned off the music on her phone and unp

I immediately scattered my hair, using them to cover my bare shoulders and back. My hands flew to my exposed chests and I turned away, facing my left side, in front of the headboard. I can't look at him, he's heartless. His cruel, I belong to Nedan, he's my first love. I don't think I will be able to forget him or fall in love with someone else ever again!

He looked just like his mother had at that age, as if they'd been cut from the same mold. Lila's cheeks turned pink. Her voice stumbled as she said, "Dad, what do you think of him?" When I didn't answer, she grew anxious, her fingers twisting together nervously. I smiled gently, brushing her hair aside. "If you like him, go for it. Don't worry about me. Be brave and follow your heart." From rivals who couldn't stand each other, they'd somehow fallen in love. Life is unpredictable. Sometimes, fate really does work in strange ways.