Unattainable Love Novels & Stories

“And if I told you I don’t want saving?” “Then I’ll still try.” She moved closer, unafraid now. The floor burned beneath her bare feet, but she didn’t care. She pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the violent rhythm of his heart under her palm. “Because love isn’t about saving someone who’s perfect—it’s about not giving up on them when they’re falling apart.” Kael’s breath hitched. For a moment, the darkness recoiled, the god’s whispers fading. He leaned forward, their foreheads touching, eyes locked in desperate silence.

But I doubt that I will ever find anyone else who could make me feel the way the twins have made me feel. Because, despite everything, I know that the love I felt for them, that I still feel for them even as my heart has been shattered, it was real. It was epic, unwavering. And completely unattainable again. I will never be able to love anyone the way I love the twins. I will never be able to love anyone again, period. Would it be worth it to even try? I must have eventually fallen asleep on that stupid couch because I wake up to the feeling of the sun beating on my face through the window.

"I like you, girl. Now tell me, who broke your heart? Was it a man? What's the reason for your anguish?" Clara looked at the woman and wondered if it was so obvious that she was feeling down and broken. The urge to cry returned as she remembered the reason for her anguish. With both hands on the table, she began to tell the two women what had happened. "The truth is, I fell in love with an unattainable guy." "Unattainable, is that even a word?" Lara asked. "His name is Otávio, my friend." "Seriously? But you can't fall in love with a nerd, girl!"

I had built a perfect tomb, and I had forced the only woman who ever loved me for my flaws to step inside it with me. A sudden, blinding wave of absolute clarity—a massive, terrifying epiphany—washed over my soul, knocking the wind straight from my lungs. I didn't want safety. I didn't want control. I didn't want a contract that guaranteed an exit strategy. I wanted the mess. I wanted the roots. I wanted the unpredictable, uncalculated chaos of loving Atasha Clemente, even if it meant a total, catastrophic collapse of my entire world.

My Depraved AI (1) I stared at the sleek black crate in the middle of my living room, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and forbidden excitement. After months of coding in isolation, I had finally done it. I have acquired the forbidden firmware patch and installed the illegal sentient core into my new hyper-realistic companion. There would be no more lonely nights spent tweaking algorithms or craving touch that never came. Tonight, he will wake up for me.

He really needs to realise that and get over it. "And what do you intend to achieve with my sister?" I asked, raising an eyebrow up. "Love, I have to make your sister fall in love with me and if she doesn't. I will let her go back to your father." Love they say is like a remote that controls the heart, once it hits you straight in the heart. Some buttons get activated in you, and you start doing stuffs you don't think you can't do. Love is far away from me and I never wish to experience it. I don't do love and love doesn't do me.

He held Zoey in his arms like she was the last fragile thing in the world. "I don't love her anymore," he said, voice shaking. "Just... please, save her. Please... Tell me how to make her live." Dr. Willow had sighed then. "Sometimes... hate lasts longer than love." And so, the two of them spent the next ten years locked in this endless war of love and hate. Ten years of cutting each other open, over and over. Dr. Willow let out another breath, heavier this time. His feet carried him back to the wedding hall... and the moment he stepped inside, something cold, heavy, and suffocating wrapped around him.

he said. He then tapped his fingers lightly against the table. “You know what the worst part of loving someone you can’t have is?” I gave him a tired look. “We’re doing this now?” “Answer the question," he insisted. I sighed. “Fine. What?” “It’s not the distance,” he said. “Not the timing. Not even the ending.” I frowned slightly. “Then what is it?” He met my eyes. “It’s the ‘almost'", he says and my chest tightened. “The almost staying. The almost fixing things. The almost choosing each other.”

I want her to remember me. I need her. Our son needs her. You are always gonna be my love Itsuka darekato mata koi ni ochitemo I'll remember to love You taught me how You are always gonna be the one Ima wa mada kanashii love song Atarashi uta utaeru made I parted her legs. Then I slowly inserted my body into her. She insists on moaning and crying. I'm sorry. I want to own you again.. You will always be inside my heart

In the end, they shattered every illusion he had been clinging to. He thought that fixing the material things, clearing up misunderstandings, and giving his time would be enough to win her back. What was left for him to win back? Was it a shewolf he had taken for granted out of habit until he completely lost her? Or was it a relationship already riddled with cracks? - He couldn't fully let go. It was like an addiction he couldn't overcome. He secretly paid attention to everything related to her. Months later, through scattered bits of information, he confirmed what he had already suspected.