The Day I Stopped Loving You Novels & Stories

But he was staring back, and his face was hard, and I knew he was being utterly serious. “It’s not my turn,” I whispered. Kade nodded to the bottle. “Then drink.” I lifted the bottle to my lips. But then I hesitated, and lowered it. You know what? I thought to myself. Fuck it. I was drunk, and maybe it needed to be said, even if I would almost certainly regret it tomorrow. Turning to Kade, I said firmly, “I stopped loving you on the third night you called me to your room.” Kade stiffened.

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you. Because Lucas asks for you constantly and I don’t know what to tell him anymore. Because I—” I stopped. The words felt too big to say out loud. “Because what?” Her voice cracked on the last word. I forced the words out roughly, desperately. “Because I’m still in love with you. I never stopped. Even when I hated you, even when I thought you’d betrayed me, I never stopped loving you.” Her eyes filled with tears immediately and they started spilling down her face. “You threw me out of your house,” she said shakily, her whole body trembling. “You told me to leave and never come back. You—”

The elders in the family are big on good omens, insisting we pick a nice date for the wedding for good luck. But after a fortune teller proposes nine potential wedding dates, Edward Colton turns every single one down. It's the tenth time now. Edward shakes his head yet again. I gaze at his handsome face and blurt out, "I think this date is perfect." Edward is busy scrolling through messages in his group chat, not even bothering to glance up at me. "This date won't work. Jolene and the others just mentioned they want to go to Hallibay for vacation. Turn down your mom's suggestion." I curl my fingers tight. His eyes remain fixed on his phone screen, as if he has endless conversations to t

She quickly whipped out her phone, but all the tickets were sold out until next week. The turnstile stood in my way like an impassable barrier. Something called exhaustion seeped into my heart. I stood here, separated from them by the barrier like an afterthought. "Let's break up, Zoe," I said. Zoe jerked her head up. "You're breaking up just because I forgot to get you a ticket?" "Yeah." I pulled my suitcase and left the station alone. The sabotaged pen story could stay hidden for a while longer. I'd love to see the look on their faces when the results were out.

On my birthday, Genevieve Rothwell posted a photo with her male executive assistant, Ethan Kline. They were wearing matching rings. [Partners at work. Partners in life.] I commented: [You two make a great couple.] Genevieve called me right away, yelling that I was sick in the head and couldn't take a joke. Before she'd even hung up, she was gently comforting Ethan, who was tearfully blaming himself. Before, I'd have stormed over there and thrown a hysterical fit, making a fool of myself in front of everyone. But this time, I felt nothing. I couldn't have cared less.

I knelt outside Hooper Manor for three days straight before my ex-boyfriend Axel Hooper finally agreed to take me back. Now we're right back to holding hands, kissing, and telling each other how much we love each other. It's as if our breakup never happened. That all changes when Hooper Manor catches fire in the middle of the night. Terrified, I speed all the way back. By the time I get there, flames are lighting up the night sky. Axel comes rushing out in a bathrobe, shielding Rosalie Quade, the fake heiress, as he gets her to safety. Our eyes meet, and without thinking, I raise a hand. I just want to ask if the burn on his shoulder hurts, but he thinks I'm about to go after Rosalie. H

A werewolf only has one fated mate in their lifetime. But my Alpha husband Derek refused to acknowledge me. All because I was human. Six years ago, to be with him, I was forced to sign a humiliating breeding contract with the pack elders. Bear an heir within one year: receive ten million. Bear an heir within three years: receive three million. If no pregnancy occurred within six years, I could not interfere with my husband's affairs outside the marriage. Derek's eyes burned red as he roared at me: "Did you become my mate because of me, or because of the Thorn Pack's fortune?!" From that day on, to punish me, he deliberately brought his assistant Camilla to every event, doting on her ri

didn't know. Still, his visit had eased some pressure. Grace kept asking about him—I'd nearly run out of excuses. "I wouldn't say that," I replied, neither confirming nor denying. He let it pass. "I've spoken to the hospital. They'll take good care of your mother." A mocking curve touched my lips. "She's not in that room. You can drop the act." "What's that supposed to mean?" His brows snapped together; his voice cooled. I was done pretending. "Why play dumb, Adrian?" "Speak plainly." He really committed to the performance. Fine—I'd had enough anyway. Time to lay it all out. "Yes, let's be clear. We should have been clear a long time ago." I was exhausted. Twenty-five days since I'd learned

In the second year after we decided on a destination wedding, my fiance, Nicholas Shipley, still had not finalized our travel plans. Unable to wait any longer, I confronted him once more. He finally took out his tablet to show me the travel itinerary he had prepared. “Honey, I just want the trip to be as perfect as possible.” Two years of frustration had been building up, and I could feel it boiling over. Just then, his phone buzzed with a notification. He stood up and walked away. He had forgotten to sign out of WhatsApp on his tablet. A pinned conversation with the young assistant intern, who worked for the manager, Annie Croce, popped up. He had marked it as urgent. [Nick, you’re

{I think about us. I think about the way we laugh without reason. {I think about us, girl.} There will be no more lies. Somebody tell me why I feel like I'm dying. Lord, what's come over me? Oo, baby, I can't wait. You see I can't stop loving you. I can't help myself. I can't get over you. No matter what I tell myself I can't stop loving you, girl, no matter how hard I try And I can't get over you. And I don't know why.