The Best Love Novels & Stories

She looks so fragile in that moment. So this is what he likes? My eyes snap to hers. The look in her eyes says otherwise. Love? “I’m not sure you’re capable of that, Sharon,” I say. “You only know how to love yourself.” Silence settles between us. Cold. Final. “We’re over,” I say, pulling the ring off my finger and throwing it at him. I pick up my purse. My luggage. And walk toward the door. “You’re unlovable, Anastasia,” Tristian says behind me. “Men don’t like women like you.”

*“My dearest J, If I could go back, I would choose you every single time. I see your face in the morning light, hear your laughter in the silence. They told me it was wrong. That we were wrong. But how can something so true be a mistake? I should’ve run after you. I should’ve fought harder. I should’ve been the man you needed me to be. I write these now because I never stopped loving you. Yours, even when I’m gone, Kenneth.”* I couldn’t hold the tears back this time. They came like the tide steady, unrelenting. The love we lost wasn’t just memory. It lived here, in ink. In confession. In regret.

I’d always loved that song, especially its beginning. When it came to music and movies, I was a hopeless romantic. I loved all the cheesy stuff, the kind of things that girls enjoyed, which is um... another reason why some people think that I’m gay. That doesn’t make me gay. That’s ridiculous! Who’s to blame if I have better taste?

“Chloe, the doctor said Hendrick isn’t going to make it. He’s been calling your name. Please, go in and talk to him.” When I walked into the room, it was like Hendrick sensed my presence. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I stood over him, our roles reversed, everything completely different from before. Hendrick tried to speak, his voice barely a whisper. I had to lean in close to hear him. “Chloe, did you ever love me?” I looked at him and replied, slowly and clearly, “You don’t deserve his heart.” After the bidding meeting, I received a flood of offers from different companies, but I turned them all down.

"The best love is the kind that awakens the soul; that makes us reach for more; that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds" How can this girl always manage to pluck the exact feeling in my heart? -

It hurts, but that is the truth. The sight of her laughter, the gentle way Albert’s hand brushes hers, the curve of her stomach, it all hits me with the force of a revelation. Love is not about possession, I realize. Love is about wanting the best for someone, even if you are not part of it. And Elena deserves the best.

But when you find the right love, you'll realize the risk is worth it. If you open yourself up to love, any voids in your past can be filled because of the love someone gives you. While fear is the strongest emotion that controls us, love is the most powerful emotion. There is a reason, every movie has a storyline with love, or every classic song is about love. Love is the only emotion that makes you the best version of yourself, and when you find that person whom you would be perfect with, you have to not be afraid of being with them.

I know he would not stop asking me about what’s bugging me, so I decided to tell him, ” You said that loving me is just the second best thing that happens to you. ”Oh, is that it?” he let go of that sexy giggle, ”but that’s the truth.” ”See that?” I squinted at him as I stomped my foot, ” You know I did not like it, but you still repeated it.” ”Love,” he touched my face and made me look at him, ”the first best thing that happened to my life was when I met you.” ”That’s corny, Mr. Cordoval!” I rolled my eyes, but the truth is, I couldn’t hide my smile.

"Don't apologize. Just...don't leave me again. Don't get shot again. Don't...." "I'll try my best." He leaned down, kissed her softly. "But Eve, if something happens....if I don't make it back someday...." "Stop." "....I need you to know that loving you was the best thing I ever did. That you made me want to be better than the Devil. That you gave me a reason to build something instead of just destroying." Tears streamed down Eve's face. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you so much."

Choosing love over magic had seemed like a hard decision at first, but in the end, the love she felt between herself and Slate was the most magical gift of all. The End