The Love That Never Really Dies Novels & Stories

Back then, she would hold me and say, "Honey, I want the whole world to know you're mine. That we're so in love. That way, no one can steal you from me." I used to think that was love. Now, I saw it differently. Real love doesn't need to be put on display. Sharon gave me many promises, but she made good on very few of them. Like the day Tasha was sick as a child. Sharon said she was stuck out of town on a business trip and couldn't make it back. But the truth was that Curtis got jealous, and she stayed with him all day and night to calm him down. Or the time I had a high fever and was stranded at a highway rest stop.

"This is the divorce paper between Ms. Zoe and Mr. Henry. For keeping a family of two others while still married to her, and you wouldn’t even let her be a mother, Mr. Henry, do you really think you deserve to call yourself a husband?" Henry, a powerful figure in the business world, stood trembling under Grace’s accusations, unable to respond. All he could do was stammer, his body shaking, trying to explain to Grace. "I… I do love her…” Grace sneered and shook her head. "Love? After everything you’ve done, how dare you even use that word." "I’ve said too much," Grace continued, her voice cold. "Henry, you have zero conscience." With her job done and words said, Grace turned and left without

She slowly straddled my lap, and I took a deep breath as I felt myself hardening under her. “Your first love would be the strongest. You would feel it in your gut. You would be hurt because of it. Your first smile would be because of it, and I know that it never dies. I am not stupid, I know for fact that her dying would not change how you feel about her.” She said, gently scratching the back of my head. “But I also read somewhere that it said that true never dies, a second love comes stronger, and bigger, cradling the person and his broken pieces. You cradled me on my weakest of states when I feared my own shadow. I know that I am still afraid of a lot more than I can express, but I do have

"With this kiss, I bind you to my heart and no one- nothing will ever break this cable of love, not even death." "You are raving crazy!" "Speak no more, love."

Looking the scene, up there, with the wind, Dexter and Shayne holding hands, with pure smile of happiness on their lips. “We will be together now forever” Shayne said. “I will not regret loving you and die for you” Dexter said. True love does not exist without sacrifice, it is because sacrifice makes love pure and lasting. The tears, bitterness and hardship are all ingredients of true love. They are the purifying acid test to have the sweet fruit of sincere love that goes beyond the grave. THANK YOU FOR READING THIS NOVEL.

Because this was Adrian Storm, my mate, my husband, the man whose heartbeat I'd learned to recognize in crowded rooms, telling me in that devastatingly calm voice that he no longer loved me. *The love was real. And it's also real that I don't love you anymore.* I felt my blood crystallize in my veins. My heart forgot its rhythm. Everything inside me went still and cold and empty. This, I thought distantly, is what dying feels like when you're still breathing. I closed my eyes. Forced every tear, every scream, every desperate plea back down my throat where they belonged. Then I opened them. Met his gaze. Let him see exactly what I was about to do.

I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened again, I will love you in all out lifetimes, a billion times over, I will love, die and live for you. I will love you for centuries to go and come, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where we once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the

“I hate it when you cry.” “Then don’t fucking die on me. Please.” His eyes soften, storm-gray dim but warm. “Do you know I’ve loved you since that night at the club?” he whispers. “And I’m happy even if I die now because you won’t be alone—there’ll be a token of my love for you to carry.” I’m sobbing loudly now, rubbing his hands to keep them warm. “You’re not dying. Don’t you dare die on me. I haven’t told you I love you yet.”

"Mr. Lutherson, are you going after a dead man now? Trying to throw his ashes into the dump?" Christopher shuddered and stumbled a step toward me, reaching out as though he could still touch me. Disgusted, I took a step back and flung his attempt away. "Don't touch me. You're vile." The humiliation hit him full on, and he froze. His eyes turned red, and tears began to gather. "Nat, I had no idea. I…" "Of course you didn't." I picked up the wastewater bucket and turned to the staircase. "You were setting off fireworks for your first love and celebrating a win. Remember this, Christopher. You were the one who killed him." I walked away without looking back.

" Seeing the disdain on her face, it felt as if someone had squeezed tightly on my heart, so much so that I could not breathe. It looked like one could still feel disappointment even after their death. It was much more painful than when the doctors cut me open on the surgery table. The despair and suffocation I felt before death overwhelmed me once more. In my final moments, I remembered thinking about how no one would look after Christine once I died. Before dying, I had used up all of my remaining strength to call her. I pleaded with her, saying, "Christine, can you come and see me? I think I'm about to…" Before I could finish, she impatiently interrupted me. "Jason Lowe, enough! You only