Novel & Cerita The Pursuit Of Love

I pursued him for an entire year before he finally, albeit stonily, agreed to go out with me. I was irrevocably and unconditionally in love with him for six years. I woke up in the middle of the night with tears streaming down my cheeks. As time went on, I stopped reminiscing on those wonderful memories and poured myself into my work. No longer did I have to force myself to fall asleep. After two months, I finally got my career back on track. It wasn't long before the first project I worked on procured its first order. Having worked out a collaboration with the investors, I left the restaurant alone and waited by the curb for the company car.

Christian’s POV During the days Love spent working for us I couldn't help but fall into the feeling that for whatever reason she was avoiding me. Coming here only after I'd left for work and go back home just before I would come back. Now that we were in the same room it was like she never allowed her body to shift my way, denaying me the fortune to gaze upon her angelic face. As my mother left the kitchen I purpesly fell behind wanting to somewhat force Love to agnolage me, but she was quick to run from me. A part of me wanted to reach out, to pull her back, to ask her what she was really thinking. But I knew better... Love was out of reach and all I could do was fantasise about her. I trie

Until the car in front came to a steady stop outside the City Hall. “No! This can’t happen!” Wendy flung open her car door and rushed forward. “James, you can’t marry her!” “Don’t be deceived by her sweet words! James, you’ve always been calm and rational. Don’t act on impulse!” Ignoring the security guards trying to stop her, she shouted desperately at James, “You should be marrying me! I’m the only one who understands your pain and boundaries. I’ve realized my mistakes now, and I can change everything. Only I can give you happiness for the rest of your life!”

Killian exhaled slowly, shoulders rising and falling as if releasing a hundred unspoken truths. "I spent most of my life chasing the idea of success. Not people. Not love. Just control. And when you came into my world, I tried to control that too. Tried to present us to the rest of the world in a way that worked. But love doesn't make sense, does it?"

VINCENT MOREAU My heart raced with a goal that had made up every waking moment for months. Possessing Eleanor. I had grown obsessed with her in a way I had with no one else. I itched to own her, to rescue her from the golden cage that was her marriage and the man who failed to do her justice, to treat her as she should. At all costs, I wanted to make her mine.

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"

He was hunting for love. And he would not let the beast take it away.

“I know what you want to say. You want to give me a ride back to my pack, but don’t worry. I’m a big girl—I can take care of myself.” “No,” Tristan said, closing the distance between them. “That’s not what I want to say.” “Then what is it?” she asked, a hint of nervousness slipping into her voice. Tristan took a breath. “I’ve been blind. All these years, I’ve been searching for love—chasing a ghost. Craving something that was never meant for me. Even with clear signs from destiny itself, I kept chasing what I couldn’t have, letting it bring me nothing but pain.” His voice softened. “All the while, something precious was right in front of me. And I chose not to see it. I chose not to listen t