Succeeding Love Novel Novels & Stories

Also, I believed, I would never fall for him one way or the other. In the next moment, however, it turned out to be a total failure. My heart inevitably contracted again. It seemed to do one somersault after another and I almost felt like it almost hopped out of my chest at how fast it was beating. The fact that he was actually touching me only made it worse. And then I understood. it was over I had lost. Not only had I lost that stupid bet with him, I had lost my heart as well. In none other than Jakob Di Izmir, the womanizer par excellence.

She leaned in, pressing her lips against Agatha's in a slow, deeply passionate kiss that tasted of absolute peace, secure boundaries, and a love that had defied every single rule to survive. The storm was completely over. Their scripts were finally written in their own ink, and their real-life fairytale was officially forever.

I say, judging this likely to be well-received by my audience and close enough to the truth that it's hardly even a stretch. "Oh, isn't that just precious," she says, clasping her hands and giving me a wide smile. "Sometimes I worry so much about young people these days, with their tweets and their Tinders and their online dating. Makes me wonder if romance is dead. But then I hear a story like yours and I realize there's still hope after all." I've been discreetly watching the approaching orderly ever since he emerged from

she asked exasperatedly as she begrudgingly walked back to her bed and started opening the scrolls of love again. She sighed and choose one of the brightest scrolls in front of her. She figured that the brighter the scrolls were, the greater the love shared. The scrolls of love contain stories. Stories of the matches, pairings, her mother, and all the former goddesses of the moon had made. The scrolls record everything the match had to undergo for their love, how they met and how they ended. Some of them end up happily but the ones with the greatest love shared mostly end up tragically.

She knew excuses wouldn't work in front of someone who had once seen her obsession with the guy named Noah Sullivan. "If you don't want to answer, it's alright. I'm just asking it casually." Vivienne looked at Angelina and answered, "People don't just forget their first love. Especially the unrequited one. Because it becomes a scar that is always poked whenever a new person comes along in your life."

There was no room for love, it made one weak and the Mafia of Valentino Family are not weak. As the word love crossed my mind, my gaze fell on Isabella, She locked eyes with me and I smirked, she was beautiful. Maybe more beautiful than anyone but that was all she was ever going to be. I had no interest in falling for her considering what that word did to me. I dropped my gaze on her and locked eyes with my grandmother, Alicia, She must be proud of me for taking this step and would want for Isabella and I to come over for dinner after our honeymoon. If it wasn't for Alicia, I wouldn't be planning a trip with Issabella across the city as if we were hopelessly in love with each other. I know

I love watching movies. Where I live? I live in a small town named Roselli, weird name right? But there is a legend behind it. There was a girl named Roselli, and she was in love with a guy named Roman, they were madly in love, but Roselli's father didn't approve of their love and married her off to some wealthy guy. cliché right? Roman was so heartbroken that he committed suicide by jumping off a cliff into the sea, calling out his love before jumping. Since then this town is lovers paradise, lovers around the world come to visit the spot Roman jumped from and call out their lovers name. Huh? I don't believe in all this I am in love of this place cause it's my home, there are some pristine

Lily sat at the coffee shop, sipping her latte and scrolling through her phone. She had always loved this place – the cozy atmosphere, the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of the barista's steaming milk. It was her safe haven, her escape from the chaos of her life. As she looked up from her phone, she caught sight of James walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him – tall, handsome, and charming as ever. He was her best friend Sarah's fiancé, and Lily had been secretly in love with him for years.

Peter must be keeping Alexis busy with a bedtime story. Musing, she began lining the stones up. What had she seen in his eyes? Did he love her? One by one she recited the old saying. ‘He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.’ On the twenty-fourth stone she stopped. ‘He loves me not!’ *** rley.’ She looked up as Alexis threw her a cherry. He’d been standing there watching her. ‘Catch.’ He smiled that devastating smile at her. ‘He loves you, very much.’ His words were said slowly, and simply because he meant them.

"Look, I'm sorry for resurrecting you. It was a mistake. But I can't undo what I did. I'm just here because they said you want to see me." Adrian glared at her. "Let me go and come with me." Elisia was surprised by what Adrian said. Maybe if she hadn't met Thane, she would gladly run into Adrian's arms. But everything changed. He already found the true meaning of love, peace and happiness with Thane. "And what made you believe that I will do what you had asked me?" "I'm your husband, Elisia. You met me first so you should not believe those scoundrels. They're lying to you."