The Love I Begged For Was Never Real Novels & Stories

“Don’t you dare say that. Don’t you dare reduce yourself to that. You’re not—” “I am!” His voice cracked, the sound rough and broken. “Haven, do you know how long I tried? How many years I begged—without words, without realizing—for them to see me? To love me? I tried so damn hard until I couldn’t anymore. Until I gave up.”

“Everything changed because of me.” My chest hurt instantly. “Don’t say that,” I said firmly. “I mean it, Ava—” “No,” I interrupted immediately. “You are my sister. Nothing about you is a burden to me.” Lina looked down quietly. “You almost died,” I continued softly. “If I had lost you, I would never forgive myself.” Tears filled Lina’s eyes immediately. “I love you,” she whispered. I smiled through my own tears. “I love you too.” The makeup artist sighed dramatically beside me.

"You've got people in your life. You don't need me playing pretend. And I'm not in the business of turning exes into little sisters." Silence. Then soft sobs. "So... you still won't forgive me?" "You're wrong. I let go of you a long time ago. Not just the love—everything. Even the hate. The fact that you're still asking shows YOU haven't." I shook my head and blocked the number. On our wedding day, a few old classmates showed up, real smiles and warm congrats. At the head table, I'd saved a spot for Mr. Cortez. He kept saying looking out for me had all been worth it.

Tears slipped from my eyes, but he didn’t stop “Michael, please.” He leaned closer. “Have you forgotten who you belong to?” My breathing became uneven. “You’re my slave, Chloe. You don’t get to tell me what you want.” “I’m your wife,” I whispered. For a moment, he said nothing. Then he laughed. “My wife?” “I never asked you to love me,” I whispered. He frowned. “What?” “I never asked you to love me.” My voice trembled, but I forced myself to continue. “Please, Michael—” “I said stop!” I flinched.

She lowered her gaze for a second, then raised it and her eyes locked with his. “Give me tonight. Give me something I never had. Give me back what was taken from me years ago. I don’t want love promises, I don’t expect you to tell me 'I Love You’. I just want to feel alive again… For just one moment in my life, make me feel what no one made me feel before.”

The band plays smoothly as Clay started to sing. “Please, someone in heaven, please tell me, what is this kind of scenario? Is this what people call love? Right? I’ve never experienced this before, as I am new to it and somehow, I am a stranger to such. Is this love? I am trembling and out of control. My heart is shaken, I somehow do not know what to do. Who has said that this is love? Can you explain every detail? Of this thing called love? And if this is love, please tell me what you fee, at least, I can make our love happen. This is unexpected, my heart still isn’t so sure about how to start loving. I’ve never known about how real love is supposed to be, until the day you existed. A cold-

I pick up my phone and call him, and I get his voicemail again. “Hi, I guess by this point I should just learn my lesson and move on. You got what you wanted from me and I guess that was enough for you. You didn’t have to make me fall in love with you, though. Goodbye, Jace. I will always love you I think, I hope you find everything you’ve been searching for and more.” I end the call and decide to call my dad. It rings once before he picks up. “Hi baby girl, how’s the other side of the pond treating you? How’s that new boyfriend of yours?” He asks with a laugh. But I can’t bring myself to even smile.

"I'm sorry, okay? I want you back and I do promise to be a good boyfriend to you and the best father at that" I looked at him befuddled. Did a nut come loose in his brain or what? . . . . . . TBC Like. React. Comment. Share. Besides, who is interested in a P*F version of my former story, Hidden Scars? . Kamara B. Blake Love all my active readers💋💋

I can't believe he was trying to make me see that I love Grace, I don't fucking love her, I just want her Her body Love is for the weak

He shouted from the other side of the phone. "Please... I am not here as a William Black! I am... I am here as someone who loves her more than myself..... I am here as someone who looks at her as a mother.... so please let us inside for a few minutes... I wanna be with her at least at this time... please," I begged for the first time in my life for one person. I never begged anyone before.