Torn Between Two Loves Novels & Stories

He explains. "That sucks, bro." "No, that's life. But you know what? Cass understood me and she got me through it, we weren't even that close at the time but she told me it was okay to like both and she told me there was absolutely nothing wrong with me. That advise saved my life and I'll always be in debt to that girl." He smiles. "She's really good with her words." I gesture with my hands. "Yeah, so I'm gonna use her words with you. It's okay to like them both and there's absolutely nothing wrong with you, falling in love with two people is a thing that people experience, I mean why do you think the term throuple exists?"

“I just… I don’t get it. He showed up, ruined everything with Vicenzo, looked at me like he wanted to devour me—and then poof. Gone. Like I was a phase.” “Maybe that’s all you were to him,” Diana replied casually, not even glancing up. My stomach dropped. “Excuse me?” “I’m just saying, babe. Mafia men don’t do love. They do power. Control. Lust, maybe. But not love.” She shrugged, typing away on her phone like her words hadn’t just ripped me open. I swallowed, trying to mask the sting. “That’s rich, coming from someone who encouraged me to go for him.”

“You can’t run from this forever, darling.” I turned, narrowing my eyes. “What?” He leaned against the counter, swirling the water in his glass, his smirk never faltering. “There’s tension between us, and we both know it. You can pretend all you want, but your body?” His gaze flickered over me, teasing. “Well, it’s not exactly helping your case.” My stomach twisted. God, this man was infuriating. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, plus we just met.”

She could even try and understand what is going on in her bond with callan, the bond was strong but something was pulling her back, the kiss with lucien just made things clear that it was broken, even the moon goddess said so. She took a shaky breath. What if she had more than one mate bond, the thought of having another mate scared her, the kiss felt like a bond, like a mate bond, She shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts. But it was no use. The questions kept swirling in her mind. What was she going to do now? The answer was clear. She needed to confront Callan.

She sang of two lovers, destined for love, but couldn't be together because their love was poisoning others around them. I willed her to look my way as she scanned the crowd, searching for something that I knew I had the answer to. When it seemed like it wouldn't find me, it did and it never left. It was like we were the two lovers, destined never to be together. On the last line, tears dropped from her face as she repeatedly sang goodbye, maybe in another life.

He asked with a bit of annoyance. With her body pressed against his, she felt awkward especially when he asked her that question. Though his hold wasn’t tight, it was scary how the young man saw through her like a transparent glass. She made a mental note not to lie to him anymore, she would just be found out. “ I already told you the answer, I am not ready for sex, I need time to adjust,” Damian thought he was prepared for this but somehow he felt his heart acting strangely. He couldn’t say that he loved her yet, but why did it hurt him so badly when she told him the truth? The difference between love and like is indeed a narrow line.

She added. Her every words are feeling like knife to him. He can't take it more now. He took a step back turned around and starts moving towards parking. He never looked back to her. Her last sentence was repeating in his mind again and again. "It can be attraction which is over now but surely not love." Krisha sighed while looking at him. That sigh was of guilt and hurt. She hurt him and herself too. She moved inside the club to grab her belongings to go a peaceful place.

The world seemed to tilt, the air growing thick and heavy around her as he leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a cruel mockery of a kiss. Her heart ached with the weight of her helplessness, and as Damon’s laughter echoed in her ears, she reached out to Jake in her mind—wondering if he would be the one to finally break through the walls Damon had built around her, or if he, too, was just another illusion of freedom she could never touch.

under her breath. Lindsay's face was drained of color. "Excuse me?" she whispered, her voice cracking. But Oliver didn't back down. "Admit it, Lindsay. This was never about us. It was about your jealousy. You wanted me to love you the way I love her." The crowd erupted in murmurs. My breath caught in my throat. Love. He just said love. Amaya chuckled darkly from behind me. "Well, well. It's good to see you come to your senses, Olly. What a good day to be alive."

Because there are a lot of lives at stake. I hated it when she was right. Hated it when there was nothing that I could do to stop all of this, to save her. ‘I love you, my love,’ she whispered as she struck letting two newborns fall. ‘I loved you from afar, loved you when you’re near. I even loved you while I was angry at you. But if there was a regret I have for the two of us. It would be the time we waste as we try to please the people around us. Not only that but also the times when we were so afraid to just talk it out.’