Taylor Swift Love Story Novels & Stories

Stopping the song, I connected Bluetooth to my phone to play a better song. “What the actual fu-k! I love that song,” she complained, folding her hands. “But I don’t,” I rolled my eyes and heaved a depressed sigh. “You’re a fan of Taylor Swift, aren’t you?” She shook her head as yes proudly. “Okay. I’ll play her song, then.” I offered a polite smile, hoping that she wouldn't be mad at me. I played Taylor’s ‘Love Story’ song and peered at her. My mate was trying hard not to blush and when she caught me staring at her with a stupid wide smile on my face, she turned her head back to the window.

“Firstly, the time allotted to everyone is 2 minutes, so at the end of the 2 minutes, the bell would be giggled by the panel of judges. So, learn how to use your time well. Secondly, the way you dress may give you some points; so, make sure you are groomed. Thirdly, nobody is given a second chance. You get it once or you leave it. Fourthly, this implies to everyone, both the contestants and the audience. Make sure you clap for a contestant as he saunters forward. And lastly, we won’t tolerate any noise, backlash and the host of others. A round of applause for contestant one as he saunters forward; in the person of Master Miles!” Master Miles sauntered forward amid the shouts and claps. He cl

They decorated the place with some fairy lights to light up the place and create a soft and warm environment. Girls brought big bowls of popcorn while boys chatted among themselves. There's this guy, Luke. He's a quarterback and an amazing singer. Boys handed him a guitar and asked him to sing. He took the guitar, and all the girls and boys cheered. We all sat in a circle, and he started playing the Love Story song by Edward Maya. When are you gonna stop breaking my heart I don't wanna be another one Paying for the thing I never done Don't let me go

Raul began to play, "I once told myself that you're worth more than you appear, But I don't know why my heart won't stop hurting." He began singing. "You can leave if that's what you really want." "So, if you ever get tired of seeing me alone, Maybe I'm wrong." "And you know I can do this For I've known you longer than anyone else. All that I need from you is to say "yes". I want you to take this chance." He continued to sing and everyone clapped. Some girls even stood up, cheering for the young man.

"Cheers." "You seem distant," Cameron retorted. I sipped my beer. "I am just looking at the sunset." We watched the sun go down, together. The beer had almost come to a finish. A young singer at Corners sang and played the guitar. The romantic date out in the sunset became even more poignant and picturesque with the music. The singer sang Taylor Swift's song, Love Story. "We were both young when I first saw you I close my eyes and the flashback starts I'm standin' there

“He said that his love for you has fizzled out. Apparently, you put him up for marriage and trap him in it. He can’t wait to leave you for me once I graduate.” Unbeknownst to her, my phone in the bag had been recording our conversation from the very start. As if grief and betrayal broke me, I ran away. Back home, I slammed the pregnancy test result right in front of Taylor. “Ivy’s pregnant, and she said that the baby is yours.” Taylor’s gut instinct wasn’t to deny the fact but to blow up, his veins bulging. “Did she tell you? That idiot!” Taylor was quick to ease up on the attitude upon realizing his slip-up.

Race wrapped himself around her as their lips met, and he kicked the door closed. He sat at the kitchen table, watching her eat as he remembered that first night. They kissed and talked and kissed some more for hours, falling back on the sofa in his suite. He couldn’t remember how he controlled himself, but they did not have sex that night. She told him she wasn’t that kind of girl, and he believed her. He didn’t want her to be that kind of girl. By midnight, he was half-way in love with her and her blue eyes. By 3 A.M., he was completely in love with her and never wanted her to leave. She fell asleep in his arms, and he awoke alone the next morning, but he’d already tasted the fruits

Then, Stanley sighed and gestured towards the chair opposite him. "Relax," he said. "I have a story to tell you." Carlson arched a brow but obliged, settling more comfortably into the chair, his fingers still wrapped around his wine glass. "It is a story about love, betrayal, and choices," Stanley began, his voice steady but tinged with something Carlson couldn't quite place, bitterness, maybe. Carlson leaned back, intrigued but not showing it. Stanley's eyes turned distant as he swirled his wine. "Once upon a time, there was a man who fell in love with a woman. She was beautiful, charming, everything he ever wanted. He worked hard to build a life for them, to create a home, to make sure she

"I don't need you to do anything." "Bruno, you still don't get it," I said slowly. "I stopped loving you a long time ago." "I'm in love with Lorenzo. I love him." His pupils constricted, his face turning deathly pale. "You..." "Impossible. You can't fall in love with someone else that fast," he said, frantic. "You loved me for ten years." "So what?" I sneered. "You trampled on me for ten years." Hearing this, Bruno completely lost control and lunged, trying to drag me away by force.

I managed to mumble out a thank you, blowing my nose as he drove. I thought about what Taylor had told me about her last girlfriend. How instead of coming out, she'd broken up with her and moved back with her parents. Taylor had been devastated. In her heart, Taylor was a trusting soul, who saw so much beauty in this miserable world. But she'd been failed. Failed by her family, her past loves, and now by me.