The Lover Reversed Novels & Stories

As it turned out, the whole thing was a lie from the very beginning. Clara stiffened, still putting up a final struggle. "I stayed by your side and encouraged you throughout your four years of college. Doesn't that count as emotional support?" She shifted tactics, attempting to play on my emotions to get what she wanted. "Regardless of the money, we've been husband and wife for ten years. Isn't that bond enough for you to help me just this once? "Have you forgotten how much you used to love me? I promise not to hold your past infidelity against you anymore if you'll just forgive me this time. Let's just put it all behind us and go back to the way things were, okay?"

he replied, taking a step away from me. “Don't you get it? She was a mess before I started this, imagine what would happen if she finds out it's all a lie,” I shot back. “She may forgive me, but I'll never forgive myself.” He laughed bitterly. “So you want me to pretend to be the mystery guy to save your silly game?” “Liam—” “No, I refuse to be used to satisfy her emotions. Helena didn't like me enough then to stay, why in heaven's name would I waste my time trying to play some mystery lover? I'm not a fool,” he said defiantly, shaking his head.

He looked down at the sobbing Luna with a cold, detached revulsion. "Love?" Romani’s voice was a low, mercurial thrum that made the broken glass on the floor rattle. "You call that grab the act of a lover? It was the act of a thief trying to reclaim stolen property. If he loved her, he would have bowed to the bond that chose her. If he loved her, he would have realized he was never worthy of even breathing the same air as a Lycan’s mate."

When she was enjoying her wedding night, I was being dismembered to the point that nearly nothing was left of me. The next day, my femur was the first wedding gift that she received. I had died for her sake, but I hadn't made a sound even when the chainsaw sank into my flesh. Victoria leaned against the steering wheel. She flipped through the divorce papers over and over again before she finally headed home. Joseph was home. He sat on the couch, looking as if he were waiting for Victoria to return. A twisted smile stretched across his lips when Victoria opened the door. Although she looked as if her soul had escaped her body, he looked like he was in high spirits.

Stacy had a different taste, and he smiled. “Yeah, I ordered the large cup for you,” Zach mumbled. Stacy beamed at his sweet tone. Her smiles filled the gap for a moment. Does he really love Stacy at all? Isn’t he just trying to get rid of something he should never have done? Is he not guilty? Zach was… guilty. It was such a foreign feeling. That even if he’s guilty, he can love the one who broke him to his treasure.

she recounted. "Are you suggesting you were set up? And by whom?" "Love set me up. I was betrayed by love itself, and no one else," she answered. "I’m not here to point fingers, so don’t expect me to name names after all, the real fool in this tale is me. The reason I put my signature to a document I hadn’t even glanced at was love, not greed or money, but love," she said with a faint smile. I shot a glare, my focus shifting to Daniel, who sat as still as a statue.

Together, they wove a tapestry of love, each thread intertwined with the others, strengthening their bond with every touch, every kiss, and every whispered promise. Their lovemaking was a symphony of sighs, moans, and the soft rustle of skin against skin. It was a celebration of their love, a defiant stand against the darkness that had threatened to consume Vivi. In this moment, they were invincible, their love a beacon that illuminated the shadows, rendering them powerless.

Vito cut him off, his voice edged with a panic he didn't even notice was there. It was then that everything became painfully clear to him. Alessia knew the whole truth. She knew there was someone he loved but could never have; she knew their marriage had started as a filthy transaction. She knew every bit of tenderness and indulgence he'd shown her had all been an act.

"Have you fallen in love?" Recalling Wendell's haggard face looking down at her as he asked the query, Amethyst sharply staggered back. "I'm the Moon Crawler. Love is a malediction to Witches!" Convincing herself, she turned her features away from Liam's lust awakening eyes. Liam smirked with his eyes trained on Amethyst's face as he shuffled back— thirty seconds away from her. .

My tongue darted out, moistening my lips before I answered, "a few, here and there." His orbs darkened, eyebrow rose and he clicked his tongue in response. "Exact number." My head turned and I averted my eyes to the mirror wall behind him. Our position was so fucking lewd. If one didn't knew, then they'd might think we were actual lovers. I was attracted to a nerd---a fucking nerd who had a girlfriend. This was wrong. So wrong. I shouldn't be this close to him when his lover is standing just outside the curtain. "Cat got your tongue, little fox?"