Unreciprocated Love Novels & Stories

What we can do to save ourselves from this, it happens without any warning, without any notice, and hit you at your weak spot. Never knew that one day a person like me will also get trapped in this game of love. I was also a strong girl who never broke like this I'm breaking now. In the beginning, this love filled my heart with lots of joyful emotions, hopes, and dreams, however, slowly-slowly when realization hit and I realized love's another side that wasn't beautiful but full of hell. My feelings were one-sided that's why they weren't reciprocated and sooner without knowledge, all those beautiful emotions, hopes, and joys that made a deep hole in my heart.

I made his wolf submit to me and that alone is enough to wound his heart, but then I ran to Nate instead of him and it only made the hurt worse. "Both of you stop and listen." I called after Eryn and Charles who were starting to head out of the woods. "I know you feel betrayed and I am so sorry for that. I really am. I love you both, you know that. You can feel it. It's just different with Nate. I can't explain it but if you tap into our bond you will see what I mean. Please?"

“I just could not survive being emotionally invisible forever.” The vulnerability in her expression shook something visibly inside him. Adrian looked at her as if the full weight of what she had endured was finally becoming real in a way he could no longer escape. “You stayed far longer than most people would have,” he admitted quietly. Ava almost smiled sadly again. Then she signed carefully. “I believed love required endurance.” Adrian’s jaw tightened faintly. “And now?” Ava looked at him carefully before answering. “Now I think love also requires reciprocity.”

she asked. Her question put Zero in the moment of silence. “See, you can’t answer it, right? Because I knew that you tried to fall too. And let me ask you… does moving on so easy to achieve?” Zero. “…” “No, Zero. It will not be as easy as counting numbers because you’re dealing with the heart, as your mind. So, if you’re throwing that question to me, my answer is NO—I will not be okay, Zero. Yes, I can do it, but it takes a process. This is unrequited love—I love you, but YOU don’t love me! So, please, avoid telling me that thing until I get back home!” she exclaimed and put down the comb on the table, and she left the room.

Blake, setting her phone aside, replied with defiance, "What should I do then? Jump from one man to the next, like you did with Fred and Agustin? Do you really think Mr. Jardin is unaware of your actions? He would never consider a person like you." Cecilia's face hardened, but she controlled her anger, knowing the consequences of lashing out at someone else. She calmly said, "I've always made sure I don't lose out when it comes to him. But what about your relationship with Kevin? Have you gained anything significant? You didn't; not his wealth nor his love." Blake argued, "If love is just about calculation and manipulation, then it isn't really love; it's exploitation. What good is money whe

Finn grabbed me and said Bell do you want me to take you there I shook my head and said I’m sorry I really need to go. I cried all the way home. I walked inside and there sat Fredrick I still had tears in my eyes and he said well come here Bell I still don’t move well, my mom walked in and hugged me and Fredrick said not now mom she just learned about Finn. She stepped back and said ohh. I ran over to Fredrick and he said I’m sorry Bell he really loved you but he lost hope. I know this isn’t some romance flick where I win the man back. This is real life I lost him and it was my fault. I must deal with. My brother held me and said they are happy. I looked at him and said enough about me you a

“ You don't need to keep calling me. Please understand that I need time to myself. I won't sit around to watch you get married to someone else. It's too much for me to even think about it. I have to put myself first. Don't worry. You do your duty. In the meantime, I'll sort out my feelings, and I'll see you again.” Her message was like a punch in the gut. She didn't even ask how I was nor tell me she loved me. I don't know if I am being too needy, but I felt my heart crack. It just felt like a rift would definitely be formed in our relationship, and we would never be the same once I get married. It felt like she was slipping away from me, and I was on the verge of losing her. I was just powe

He looked constipated, his face contorted as he tried to control himself. But I can’t. I clapped a hand to my lips to smother any sound that I would be making. OMG! My eight-year-old daughter was so stubborn about marrying Riley Hunter in the future. It was amusing but terrifying, too because as early as now, I could feel that she was bound to be heartbroken. Unreciprocated feelings are the worst. You will keep asking yourself why someone can’t love you the way you love them when there actually is no clear explanation for it.

“Sure, friend. I’ll believe you see her like a sister. There’s some stuff on the news lately that seems to indicate otherwise, but whatever. I really don’t care. Whatever Victoria is to you—old friend, sister, lover, or maybe even a mix of all of the above?—it doesn’t matter to me. I’m not your girlfriend, remember? You don’t owe me anything, and I need a fresh start away from you.” There it is. I said it all. I bite my tongue to keep from saying anything else. To keep from telling Emeric that I still love him, and that it’s destroying me that he doesn’t love me back. I blink away a few hot tears, willing myself not to cry. That’s how unrequited love is. He just doesn't love you back, it's a

Pride, arrogance, and pretty much every emotion I've never needed but wielded to make who I am today a formidable person, all those feelings swell and swirl in my chest. I went to see her today. I complimented her…. I did nothing. Whatever it was I did, it isn’t enough and it can’t be enough. Antonia is always going to be ahead of me in some ways I can never pay back. In the most important way i should pay back. Because how does one make up for love? How does one make up for days of unreciprocated love? Seconds and months of it? Years. Three years of unreciprocated love. Of loathed love.