Torn Between Two Loves Novels & Stories

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.’

I couldn’t make sense of that feeling, and it left me confused. There was no way I could hold Jenny's and Julia’s hands tightly at the same time. I couldn’t have two loves from two different women. If I did that, it would mean I was a scoundrel unworthy of their sincere love. But there was something in my heart I still didn’t understand.

"But instead, my attempts to help only pushed you farther away." Chloe's heart trembled, torn between the affection she held for both men and the pain their choices had inflicted upon her. She yearned for resolution, a way to reconcile the entangled threads of her heart. "I never asked for this," Chloe lamented, her voice quivering. "To be torn between the two of you. It was never a choice I desired, but here I am, grappling with a love that refuses to be contained."

Each time I tried to identify with my feelings, they slipped away like smoke through my fingers, leaving me groping in the dark for clarity. I wasn’t just confused. I was caught. Caught between two loves, between two lives I couldn’t fully embrace. Caught between what had been and what lay ahead, between the man who had always been there and the man who had shattered the walls I thought I had firmly established. I felt like a traveler standing at a fork where both paths beckoned with equal insistence, and every step towards one felt like a betrayal of the other. I looked at Nathan, holding me in his arms, his touch still gentle and careful, as if he feared breaking me.

She held a bowl in which its content, I knew nothing of. She walked towards the window and my curiosity kicked in. 'Who is she? His mother? He lives with his parents?!' I shrieked 'Such a shame,' I thought with a smirk 'Amelia!' another side of me called out and I rolled my eyes at it. A person can't gossip to herself in peace. I know, it's somewhat strange but I feel like I am divided into two. My soul has two parts and the two of them just like to banter and argue with each other.

Since I clocked 10, I've been thinking about who my fated mate would be. I've been thinking about how the moment I find him would be. I've been thinking about how he'd completely sweep me off my feet, how our love story would be like one written in the stars, and how I'd be over the moon. How everything would be perfect. How our love story would be perfect. How it'd be a story that was written in the stars and had been ordained by the moon goddess.

I heard the man say in tears. The woman shakes her head, “I loved you too, but you can’t keep on hanging into me. I would be selfish if I chose you but he is always the one on my mind.” So, it’s a love triangle. This scene seems familiar to me and I could relate to the girl, she is torn between two men she cherished. “I don’t care, I don’t really care, you’ll realize that you need and loves me than him. Please, just give it another chance.” I can sense the pain in the man’s voice. He really wants her.