Unknown Lovers Novels & Stories

From somewhere further back, somewhere I couldn’t quite reach, the way a song lyric sits on the tip of your tongue and refuses to surface. I have felt a stranger’s presence but nobody had a face to it, until now, something in me kept insisting I did know her, that I had always known her. My phone buzzed against the desk. Sophie’s name lit the screen, and I let it ring out. Whatever game she was playing, I didn’t have the patience for it today.

Nicknames: Hollows, T Age: 26 Birthday: October 23 Zodiac sign: Scorpio Nationality: American Race: Originally human Hair color: Dark brown Hair style: Medium length middle part Eye color: Emerald green Birthmarks: N/A Scars: Scattered across his body Height: 6’2 Weight: 152 Skin color: Tan Sexuality: Straight and polyamorous Relationship status: complex Beauty marks: rose sleeve tattoo Jewelry : protection bracelet made by a witch Personality: Mysterious, dangerous, flirty, charming, mean Style: edgy cowboy Outfit: Medium wash blue jeans, black band t-shirt, black belt, boots, leather jacket Love interest: Iris Friends: N/A Prologue This story is about love. Not the lovey dovey type you see

I sit up and look at the ground. "You asked me to try to love you, and when I say I do, you pull away," I say as I look up at him. He nods. "You know my history. I haven't known love. Hearing someone say they love me is new to me. I said that because I didn't want you to be overwhelmed. I never actually expected you to love me. I'm not trying to pull away, I swear. It's just different," I swallow harshly as I look away from him.

My thumb hovered over it for a moment before I opened the message. Unknown: You think you know who to trust. But everyone has secrets, Rory. Even the ones you love. My blood ran cold. I stared at the words, my heart hammering so loud I could hear it in my ears. My fingers trembled as I typed back. Rory: Who is this? The three dots appeared immediately, then disappeared. Appeared again. Then nothing. I called Todd. The phone rang. And rang. And rang. Straight to voicemail. I tried again. Same thing.

“Perhaps her depiction of the perfect romance will offer insight into figuring out who this person is.” Nikki grimaced when she heard the name Verna Ravenway. It was the name of a popular romance writer who had amassed a cult following online, but no one knew who she was. She sighed as she realized the two girls were probably not talking about her but about some ridiculous fantasy they had concocted due to the overconsumption of romance novels.

This high school was one of the biggest in the country and a place where youth finds love, but whoever has said that was wrong, this was no place for love, it was a place where people fall apart. “What do you mean?” Suzy’s voice drew my attention back to her. “I am also leaving this country, I have nothing in it.” I put my hands in my pocket and lean back to the pillar close to the staircase. “You have a mother…” “I am an orphan,” I corrected her. “My parents are both dead, Louisa is not my real mother.” Suzy exhaled softly and lean close to the pillar too, we look like two lost souls. “You and Cindy are complicated, you both have too much birth secret, if that be the case you’re free to lov

Even when we were in different classes, the air seemed charged, as if we were both waiting for the next inevitable collision. And the rumors only made it worse. People whispered about us like we were some tragic love story in progress. “They hate each other so much… but maybe it’s not hate,” someone said one afternoon. I laughed it off, but I didn’t want to admit how much the comment made me think. It wasn’t just the rumors, though. It was the way my stomach tightened when I felt their eyes on me, the way my heartbeat seemed to quicken whenever I passed by them in the crowded hallways. Because the closer we were forced to be, the more I realized… maybe we weren’t enemies by choice. Maybe we

Could it be a coincidence they were both redheads? Memories of that night flooded me again, I had gone out to have fun with my Andrew, Jackson, and Arielle, and something had happened. Something that changed me forever. We were partying hard and having too much fun, I ended up taking more drinks than I would usually take. I remember feeling very lightheaded and I ended up in a room with a gorgeous girl, I couldn't even remember her face, but I remember she was young and her voice was heavenly. When she spoke to me, I had chills running down my spine, but she was also drunk just as I was, we had hot steamy sex and it was as though we were in the trails of heaven, the whole night filled with p

On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.

He was the furious, pride-wounded actor who had demanded the truth on that restaurant floor, shattering the illusion and forcing the secret into the open. They were the two collateral damages of Lexie and Agatha's historic love story. They were the ones left behind in the wreckage. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The roar of the jet engines filling the cabin seemed to fade into a profound, heavy silence. They had absolutely no idea they would be boarding the exact same flight, let alone sitting inches apart on a journey across the world. But as the plane began to taxi down the runway, a sudden, unexplainable glimpse of a connection generated between them.