The Love I Begged For Was Never Real Novels & Stories

It's breathtaking. “I didn’t believe in happy endings. I thought love was a beautiful lie we told ourselves. Then you came along, crashing into my life like a hurricane in heels. I never wanted commitment, I wanted escape routes. Then one night turned into mornings I didn’t want to leave. Then your toothbrush showed up in my bathroom. Then I caught myself smiling at nothing just because you texted. You did the impossible. You made me believe love is real, true love is real. So now I’m standing here, asking you to do one more impossible thing… Spend the rest of your life with me. Be my forever Phoebe”

"You don't miss me! If you had missed me you would have tried to talk to me in the past three weeks!" I hissed out. I know he didn't miss me..... He is lying...... "Nora please I will never leave you please come back my love." He said desperately. His tone near to begging. His eyes pleading..... But I didn't show mercy.... "You will never leave me? Oh please! I have heard that before and have been throw away like tissue paper! And what my love?! The live you gave me was Not the love that I truly deserved!" I tried to take my hand out of his grip but he was persistent.

I would rather beg for a savior who will save my kids than beg for stupid love. The same love I begged for some years ago, what happened? It wasn't valuable; I was taken for granted. Like a piece of trash, I was treated, and they reminded me of my place as a commoner, a low-life orphan. I wish nothing ever brought me and Tyler together until the moon goddess took my life.

"No matter how I treated you before, you always forgave me. Why can't you forgive me this time?" Her last words turned into a desperate scream. This time, Carter didn't reply. When he finally spoke again, his calm gaze carried a faint sadness. "Because I've realized that I might have loved the wrong person for the past eight years." He had fallen in love with the Misty of eight years ago—not the Misty who had become unrecognizable after marriage as she grieved the loss of Zach. His words were like a dagger, cutting straight to the heart. He had ruthlessly brushed off their past eight years together.

The disappointment was sharp, but I straightened, trying to hide the hurt and the memories of times I had avoided his hugs and touches for irrational reasons just because I wanted to hurt him, and here I was, being given the taste of my medicine. "Marcus," I began after a deep breath that didn't seem to calm my trembling voice. "I… I am so sorry, but I don't think I can do without you; you can't turn cold to me; I feel miserable enough; please don't do this to me.” I struggled to fight my tears with every word I said; I had never begged for love like this; this love was worth begging, but I still felt pathetic.

to this black long and hugging dress with one shoulder on and picked it up and it's Writen lover with white I turned to him he was looking at me more like admiring me he so cool and handsome I wonder what was gotten into him the day he decided to rape me but it's fine I forgive but can't forget I looked in his eyes when I saw pain again and I walked to him and hug him tight why did I do to deserve do much love from outsiders when my parents died despiting me I don't know how did I wrong them but they never loved me both of them that's when I got myself in some streets It was hard shame I don't wanna lie. Me: Iloveyou my man. Calvin: Iyakthanda indoda yakho mama. Me;baby .? Calvin: Spouse Me:

“But I’ll never forgive…” “I’ll make up for all those times!” he cut in, his voice trembling now. “Please, Thalia, I’m begging you. I know words can’t erase what I did, but maybe…maybe I had to lose you to realize how badly I loved you. I should’ve never done that, that night..”

“You never loved him, not even once—even when he made sure you always had everything you wanted!” I scoffed hard and leaned in, face tilted in mock sympathy. “Oh please, cut the act, Felicia. What love did your plastic son ever show me? He couldn’t even fake affection right. That man’s soul was colder than your Botox smile.” She gasped, but I wasn’t finished. “The answer is NOTHING!” I snapped, my voice sharper than a broken wineglass. “I was the one begging. I was the one waiting—every damn night—for a husband who never came home. And when he did, he walked past me like I was part of the wallpaper.”

I fell to the ground in front of Ethan. He frowned and crouched down, gripping my chin. His eyes were a storm—rage and something else buried deep. "I gave you enough money when we broke off our mate bond," he said, low and cold. "And yet you're out here selling yourself? You enjoy this? Joy, name your price. Whatever you want—just say it, and I'll pay." My heart bled. But I smiled through the pain, eyes full of tears. "Ethan," I said. "I'd rather earn my money dirty than ever beg you again."

What if love was something I'd never be allowed to keep? I lifted my head to look at his face. Still peaceful, still beautiful. Still gone. "Please don't leave me," I begged, my tears falling onto his chest. "I haven't shown you how much I love you yet. We were supposed to have forever." My voice broke on the word 'forever.' Such a beautiful lie. "You promised me," I continued, my sobs making it hard to speak. "You said you'd never leave me. You said you'd always come back."