The Last Time I Loved Him Novel Novels & Stories

Hugh had taken a bullet to the heart, and all his lies had finally caught up with him. It all seemed like it was meant to be. This was where it ended. No matter what came next, no matter who came for me, I was still Tasmin Sheargold. [The End.]

, He complained after breaking the kiss. . “Silly, I don’t belong to them, they belong to us. And if you are talking about me, then I am all yours. I still belong to the one and only Vyom Grover.”, I nuzzled my nose against him lovingly. . “I love you, doll.” . “I love you too.” . . . #THE_END . . So, finally, this book has come to an end. Thank you so much, readers, who spent their precious time and money reading this book.

"And no more asking to meet me. No more kissing me, hidden away between book stacks." Harlan squares his shoulders and clenches his jaw, as if he is preparing himself for what he is about to say: "This is the last time." I shatter. It feels like every bone in my body bursts. It is a miracle I can stay standing. Because despite all the unnecessary pain he’s forced me to endure, every mile of ragged, rough terrain he’s dragged my heart across, still, I love him. Even if that is something I can no longer admit to him. Even if that is something I will no longer dare to admit to myself.

His words had caught me off guard and I he was right… “You left me for a Man!” I screamed while punching as hard as I could with my right. I’d caught Henry off guard as we took a step back. “I loved you unconditionally, I bore your babies, I brought home the bacon and fu€king cooked it while you relaxed!” I yelled faster and punched harder. “20 years and I’ve gotta make those easy for you?! Go FU€K YOURSELF!” I roared.

"I was there for you... I am and I'll always be, Sid" I immediately go on my knees and hug her. I don't regret losing anything when she is with me. She is more than a fucking company, my so-called dad's property. She is incomparable. I thought I would never fall in love. But I fell. I fell so hard. She is my first and she is my last love. With all the flaws she has, I love her more than anything else. My perfect bad girl, my last love.

“I noticed. I just assumed it was a rich guy thing. Something eccentric.” “He told me why once,” I said. Adrian stayed quiet, listening. “He said the last person he touched with his bare hands was the last person he loved,” I continued. “He said he would only take them off again when he loved someone new.” The silence that followed was heavy. Adrian didn’t interrupt me. I turned my head and looked at him. “So don’t tell me that Vale loves me.” Adrian opened his mouth, but I didn’t let him speak.

I wrapped my legs around his waist while he supported me so we wouldn't fall. His kisses went down to my neck. I look up to catch my breath. He touched his lips to my neck as only moans came out of my mouth. We started because of lust. We all know that I'm not his first love. But I am the present and I intend to be his last. His last love. If I'm going to give a title to our story, I think I know what it is. I'm going to name it The Lust Love.

“I’m done pretending I don’t love you.” My breath hitches. “You don’t have to choose now,” he says softly. “But remember this… ” His forehead presses against mine. “I loved you first.” My heart stops. The world stops. And when he pulls back, standing slowly, his last words are nothing but a whisper that sends shivers down my spine…… “And I’ll love you last.” He walks away, leaving me breathless, shaking, torn. Which of my stepbrothers do I choose???

“Okay sis, I gotta go but I’ll talk to you soon. I love you.” “I love you too, Gage.” We hang up and I go straight to bed. I don’t bother changing my clothes. I wake up long enough the next two days to eat something and shower and change into a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie. On the third day, the day I leave, I call him one more time. “Hi, Jace, I promise this is the last time you’ll hear from me. I don’t want to ruin your happiness. I just wanted to let you know I’m going home today. I love you, forever. Bye.”

Carlos. I love him. I love him more than I can even begin to describe. But I can't keep doing this to myself. Last night was a moment of weakness, a moment where I allowed myself to pretend, just for a little while, that things were different. That he still belonged to me. But the truth is, he doesn't. He loves someone else. I take a deep breath. I can’t keep holding onto something that was never truly mine to begin with. It’s time to move on. Time to let him go.