The Love I Begged For Was Never Real Novels & Stories

A bowl of instant noodles, all by myself. Now, I'm the one who put my own parents and sister behind bars. I don't need their love anymore. All I have to do is stand here, and thousands will bow. A light breeze blew past. I took a deep breath of the fresh air, and the last shadow that had clung to my heart for years finally, in that one moment, scattered on the wind.

It makes me really sad. [3.6 Failed at suicide. Why can't I even choose to die? Life is unbearably painful. I can't go on.] [If there's a next life...] The black ink had blurred from my tears, and the words beyond it had become unreadable. I muttered, "Even though you already know, I still want to tell you that I really love you. I love you so much that I wish for another life with you." For a moment, it felt as if Samuel were standing right beside me again—still the lively, confident young man I remembered. I couldn't look away, mesmerized, unwilling to wake from the illusion. Then, I heard his voice. "I wish for the same."

I suddenly hear him get quiet and I wonder what has happened. “Please don’t cry, my love. I don’t deserve to see your tears. You should never have to cry over me. I should make you smile and be the one who wipes the tears away. I know I said I wouldn’t beg for forgiveness, but I will beg for you to live. Please live baby, I can’t live in this world if you are not here. Even if you tell me to stay away and never come near you again, I’ll live with my shame as long as I know you are happy and alive.”

My toes curled, my body tensed, and I bit down on my lip as a tremor ran through me. His hands slid over my stomach and higher, his gentle touch sending waves of heat through me. When his fingers brushed me there, desire flared sharply, stealing my breath. I gasped, helplessly wanting more. "Relax, baby." Then that determined presence pressed forward again, solid and insistent. "No… don't," I begged. After the initial fullness, pain bloomed—sharp and unfamiliar. Tears spilled freely, beyond my control. "Trust me," he murmured, breath ragged. "Just hold on a little longer."

Growing up, I always knew my parents' love had limits. As the Alpha and Luna of the Crescent Ridge pack, they were always incredibly busy. At home, my twin brothers, Jaxon and Wyatt, were constantly fighting and competing, desperate to outdo each other. My parents poured every ounce of their energy into them. As for me, whenever I tried to grasp even a sliver of their attention, they would sigh impatiently, "Harper, can't you just be a little more mature?" I used to think that if I were just mature enough, they would love me a little more. Until one dinner, when Mom prepared Jaxon's favorite steak and Wyatt's favorite soup, even serving them on their own personalized tableware. When i

My CEO fiancee, Lexi Wyndham, had no patience for incompetence, yet she repeatedly made excuses for her incompetent assistant, Lachlan Hayes. During the hiring process, she noticed that his profile looked remarkably similar to mine. Worried that our rivals might target me, she kept him on as my double, someone who could take my place whenever I was in danger. She bought him designer clothes, took him to exclusive events, and even put my projects under his name to build up his reputation. As time went on, she grew increasingly protective of him, insisting it was all so he would be willing to take my place when the time came. Then tensions with our rival company escalated. Lexi would rathe

"At the end of the day, blood is thicker than water. There's no way Malcolm would abandon his parents. Once he grows up, he'll understand that his parents are the ones who love him most." I let out a soft laugh. Once I grew up? I had waited over a decade already. How much longer did I have to wait before I finally felt what proper love was supposed to be? I didn't want to wait anymore. I slowly took a step back, creating distance between us. "Mrs. Maxwell, I don't have parents, so what's there to forgive? I'm busy—I'll be going now." I no longer needed to rely on the floating comments to seek validation or to justify my own existence. After years of suppression and denial, I had almost forgo

"That sounds like a good memory." "It's the only one I have of her that feels completely real. Everything after that got complicated by the lie, by trying to figure out which parts of my childhood actually happened and which parts I built to survive not having her." His voice had gone soft, unguarded in the particular way it only ever seemed to go in the hours when the rest of the world wasn't watching. "I used to think loving someone meant eventually finding out the version of them you loved wasn't real. My mother. Vivian. I built an entire life around that assumption, Claire, and then you walked into my office hating me, and somehow you turned out to be the one person who got realer instea

The love that ran in her veins for him was so abundant that every inch of her was screaming in pain. Many people have tried to find true love and couldn't. On the other hand, she never tried looking for it. Love had abducted her at her worst nights, and made her a slave to this throbbing pain so called Love, which was running within her for a man whose recollection of life doesn’t include her, when all her memories had been of him.

Masyadong mahaba ang pila para aksayahin pa niya ang oras dito. "Honey if I have to kneel... I'll do it. Just please give me another chance. I know I messed up big time but Babe, please... I love you! I know I broke your trust, but I'm really sorry," his voice begging, almost echoed in the hallway, "I really want you back. Please!" pagmamakaawa nito. He kneeled down on the floor, and his arms raised as a sign of defeat, "Babe, I'm begging you!" Everyone stopped as he won the attention of the crowd.