The Last Time I Loved Him Novel Novels & Stories

Somewhere along the way, we had run out of things to say. We used to share everything, eager to tell each other every passing thought. Then we started saying the cruelest things we could think of. And now, we felt like strangers. "Whitney." His voice was rough, breaking the quiet. "Before you came, I thought about what I'd say. I thought maybe…" He suddenly broke into a violent coughing fit, hacking until blood came up. "I thought, since I'm dying… Maybe I could ask if you'd forgive me."

Maybe in another hundred years, he'll finally truly see me. … I turned page after page, like a sinner who had stumbled upon a god’s secrets. It recorded all her love for me, her waiting, her fantasies, and her hopes. The details I never noticed, the sacrifices I took for granted, were all glittering treasures in her words. I turned to the last page, dated the day before she left. 【Tonight, I will try one last time. I will tell him that I love him.】 【But if… if he really pushes me away again for that alliance…】

, 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.

She paused for a long time, “I loved you too much. That’s all it ever was. Just too much.” It wasn't love, you don't hurt the person you love, you don't lie to them either. I looked down at her one last time.“I loved you too,” he whispered. “But I won’t burn for you.” She had no desire to stand up from the floor. The flames were already in the hallway, racing down towards us. “Goodbye to the mother whom I loved and hated, I hope we never cross paths.” I ran towards the door before me, when I got there, I stopped in front of it and looked back one last time.

Oh, last night. The memory hit me in a wave. It wasn’t like before. It was not like the sharp, brutal, wild moments he usually had with me, the kind that left me dizzy, shaken, sometimes ashamed. Last night… last night, it had been different. He had looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. He had told me he loved me. Stephano Maddens. The man who had humiliated me, terrified me, driven me to the edge and back more times than I could count… had said those three impossible, breathtaking words.

The laughter stopped for a while and even Daniel stiffened. I threw myself at Daniel and clung to his legs as I desperately begged him not to divorce me. At this point, I didn’t even mind if he got Sophie pregnant, I just wanted to be addressed as his wife. Daniel pushed me away like I was contaminated before walking away with Sophie clinging to his arms. “It’s so good to finally see you break,” Beatrice said before walking away as well. I crawled after Daniel, begging him to give me another chance, but he didn’t even spare me a glance.

"I'm really sorry, I'm just afraid to tell it to you in the first place." He was stilling looking at me when he tell me this. I gather all my strength and stand up again in front of him, I try to lift my hand to slap him but instead I pull him for a hug. I hug him so tight while still crying.. " I really loved you but why did you do this? If you want a kids why you didn't tell me? Why to other women instead of me? I loved you so so much to the point that I can gave my life to you" I chuckles while still crying.

He kisses me again slow, devastating, stripping me bare. “Because this time,” he breathes against my mouth, “it’s the last time. The last time I’ll ever fall in love. It’s you and me. From here to the end. It has to be. I’ll never feel this way about anyone else.” My heart convulses. It seizes, tightens, aches then beats again. Pain and rhythm tangled together, crushing my chest until I can’t breathe, can’t speak, can’t even think. I’m trapped inside my own body while he holds me like I might break apart in his arms.

It should be saved for the wedding night to make it perfect. I still remembered the day we shared our first kiss. She had been so nervous. The moment our lips touched, the tips of her ears turned bright red. I had believed she treasured our relationship that much. I had believed no one could ever love me more than Luna did. Inside the room, the couch creaked and groaned. Luna's moans and Lucien's muffled sounds drifted through the doorway in fragments. My nails dug deeply into my palms. It felt as though sharp hooks had sunk into my heart. Every second I remained there was torture.

“I know. It’s just… these past days have been perfect. I don’t want to go back to pretending all the time.” He kissed me deeply, pouring every ounce of love and longing into it. His tongue tangled with mine, hands roaming my body one last time—cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, sliding between my thighs to stroke my still-sensitive clit. We made love one final, desperate time before he left—slow and emotional, eyes locked as he thrust deep inside me, whispering “I love you” with every powerful stroke until we came together, clinging to each other like the world might end.