The Love That Never Really Dies Novels & Stories

I whisper it into the cold air, a vow only I can hear: “I’ll keep fighting, Luca. Even if you hate me. Even if you never forgive me.” Because some loves don’t die, no matter how many doors close, no matter how much time burns between them. And mine… mine will never die.

Pyaar kabhi, oh marta nahin hum tum marte hain [love never, yes, never dies, we die] Hote hai voh, ho log amar pyaar jo karte hain [those who love have an eternal life] Jitni adaa, utni vafa [the more the beauty/grace, the more the love] Jitni adaa, utni vafa [the more the beauty/grace, the more the love] Ek nazar pyaar se dekh lo phir se zinda kar do [look at me with love just once, bring life back into me] Tu mile, dil khile [ Aur jeene ko kya chaahiye] Haan tu mile, dil khile [ Aur jeene ko kya chaahiye ] **Muffin's eyes had filled with tears but a smile still lingered on her lips. I didn't intend to make her cry. Looking at her my eyes filled with tears as well. I was about to apologize

In the living room, everything that had been so festive just minutes ago—the dinner menus, the hotel photos, and Blythe's acceptance letter—all suddenly looked garish. The reporter read the room and finally seemed to realize something was off. She lowered the microphone awkwardly. "Maybe we should come back another time?" The moment the door closed, the phone slipped from Mom's hand and clattered to the floor. She stared at the chat window with no replies and murmured, "Where did Darcy go?"

I snarled, "It's not your place to run your mouth. Get out of my house!" Melissa took Nicolas' hand, a reproachful frown creasing her brow. "If you'd apologized to Nicky, I might have helped you for old times' sake. But it's clear you haven't learned a thing. Then take this as your lesson." The door slammed, echoing through the house. I looked at the wedding decorations we'd put up around the house, and a bleak chill crept in. Human hearts were fickle. Whatever love Melissa once had for me had vanished in a heartbeat.

"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.

Brandon had not expected me to catch him. Off-balance, he stumbled back even further than I had, his foot slipping dangerously close to the cliff's edge. Clutching my hand, tears streamed down his face as he pleaded, "Darling, don't let go! I beg you, I don't want to die!" I could not help but laugh at his pitiful state. "Fess up. Were you trying to kill me?" Brandon would not confess, shaking his head frantically. "No, my love! You have my word, I had no intention of killing you. It was all a joke!"

The remaining love I had for him vanished instantly. “How did you…?” Joseph looked at me in disbelief as he panicked. “How did I learn about it? Hmph!” I watched him quietly and laughed as I feigned indifference. Even so, I ended up crying. I exhausted myself to push him away and sobbed. “You guys got together on our ninth anniversary. On our tenth anniversary, you guys made love in the next room. Joseph, I’m not heartless. If you don’t love me, I won’t force you to either. Why did you have to humiliate me like that?!”

he said coldly. My breath caught in my throat. "Is it about me then…?" I couldn't restrain my dry chuckle. "Am I not your type, or simply not good enough?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He cursed and dragged his fingers through his hair. "It's nothing personal. I just…" He trailed off and swallowed. "Let's say that it would have come drastically in the way of my revenge." And yet he used the word "never," referring to loving me. I sealed my lips. I didn't want to continue this conversation, afraid that it would make me feel even more pathetic.

Luis was emotional at this point. “No, I believe and trust you but your family might not like me,” Yaze worriedly said. “I will not give up on us Yaze. I will only love you I promised. Without you, I would rather choose to die,” Luis emotionally said. “I love you too, Luis,” Yaze said as she already felt that love for Louis. “I WILL LOVE YOU TILL DIE,” Luis kissed Yaze passionately. Yaze went down between Luis' thighs and sucked his hard-on making Luis groan and moan hard of an overwhelming emotion.

"Nettie, for the past few years, I've thought about you every single moment, waiting for you. I've spent these years searching for the finest craftsmen across the country to recreate this identical bracelet." He added, "Nettie, for the sake of this bracelet, could we start over again?" Jeanette's face remained expressionless as she clenched her fists, feeling her blood turn cold. The reporters nearby instantly latched onto the drama and started snapping photos furiously. "So Dr. Schafer is Mr. Weisberg's lover! This is definitely going to make the headlines!" "I heard she was once his wife. He used to favor his first love; they divorced, and now he regrets it and wants her back!"