The Last Time I Loved Him Novel Novels & Stories

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.

He laughed at his own selfishness and the reckless way he'd pushed himself into a dead end. In the end, regret was the only thing he managed to hold onto. "Other than the house I'm living in, transfer everything else to her." He knew I no longer needed the love that had come too late. The only thing he could still give me was everything except that. Meanwhile, on a beach in the Maldivis, I floated peacefully on an inflatable raft beneath the sun. A notification suddenly appeared on my phone. A large transfer had been deposited into my account. Smiling, I turned off the screen, then I tossed the phone into the ocean.

I sat on the floor not knowing how to feel or what to think about, and stared hard at the brick wall in front of me. I love you, Kim Those where his last words to me. It fucking felt like he knew he was going to die and came to my room last night, and stayed even when I insulted him. Stayed because he wanted to be with me one last time and tell me he loved me no matter the amount of hatred and cruelty I had shown to him. Fuuuuuuck! I didn't deserve his love. I never did. He was just too good, had a pure soul.

if there was one thing they both agreed on was that their big brother was a heartless bully, A heartless bully they both love. She thought of another man, who was a heartless bully, one whom she had loved beyond life itself, but the thought of that man only brought pain, it has been four years but It still hurt like it was yesterday, so she pushed him out of her mind, was not a time to be sad, she wiped the tears that managed to fall, she reminded herself this was a good time for her family it was a time to celebrate. She got up, going to get herself a late-night snack, a habit she developed four years ago when she had returned from

Agatha whispered in my ear, her arm sliding around my waist as we paused in front of the main wall of photographers. "I love you, Agatha," I murmured back, leaning my head against her shoulder for a fraction of a second, completely unbothered by the flashing cameras capturing the intimate gesture. "I love you more," she replied softly. As we walked through the grand glass doors of the theater, leaving the cameras behind to officially watch the premiere of Love Triangle, I knew our journey through the storm was finally complete. We had fought through manipulation, heartbreak, and a literal hell just to find our way back to each other. But standing here, secure in her arms, I knew that every s

But it seemed I was out of time. As I felt myself start to drift into that cold, black void awaiting me, I whispered the words I needed him to hear so badly. I brought a hand up to his cheek and looked one last time into those hazel eyes I cherished so much. The eyes of a man who had never given up on me. “I… love you… Kieran....” And the world fell into darkness.

♡~♥~♡ Thank you for reading my story. I hope you enjoy the "When love lasts". I apologise for any grammatical errors and spellings that may be in this story because I used my phone to write it. Also, if you enjoy the story, feel free to hit the vote button and comment! -English is not my first language. -Everything written here is from the author imagination. -you may spot some wrong grammars/spelling or typos. -this is cliche.

As the anger and frustration washed away, he realized what was bothering him the most, rather than all these. Damini was a married woman, that too with a kid. He bent his head down on the steering wheel and closed his eyes briefly, mourning for his lost...love?? He didn't know if it was possible to love someone at first sight, but he never felt anything like this ever in his life. And his love story was already finished. Perhaps it was the shortest ever. His eyes welled for some reason. We wiped them off slowly and proceeded to Lucknow, to fulfill his obligations as a married man.