Unrequited Love Novels & Stories

"I allowed Jax here that night. I knew the consequences, but I didn't care. I didn't want to be alone, and you don't want me. At least Jax wants me. He wants to claim me and control me, but he actually wants me." He opens his mouth to reply, but I shake my head as I pull his hand from my cheek. "I love you, Kenneth. But you will always love Grace. I can't compare to her and I don't want to try to. I just wanted you to want me the way I want you, but you are focused on Grace."

I can't believe I slept with another woman. Something inside me refuses the whole idea. It's just not right. I couldn't have betrayed her like that. I love her so much. She's the only one for me. I've been mesmerized by her since I first saw her. She is the only woman that managed to make me think seriously about marriage. Everything about her is so charming and fascinating. I still can't believe how I managed to betray her.

Angelina's POV - It's the season of winter and snowfall isn't a exception. I actually love snowfall but sometimes I also hate it, like now because I have to clear all the snow from the front door. This is the story of every winter where my parents never help me out, its just that they order me to clean it up.

and besides Xander also most probably are great 'friends' i might act like I know what to achieve and have amazing parents but sometimes I just want to tell someone what I feel and they can understand me for once in my life! for some reason everyone I fucking love just leaves me, I just fucking don't know anymore. I just wish that someone understands me and that I'm not alone, even if it seems like I am. I know there is someone, it's just maybe I never met them. could Mattheo be like that... or maybe Xander...

He started narrating while Katherine paid her undivided attention to James. “I didn’t want to let her go. To me, we made a good match together. So, I tried to make her understand and stay with me but she had already made up her mind and she was way too stubborn. When I asked her the reason for the sudden breakup, she said that she was in love with someone else and wanted to pursue him, instead of staying in a loveless relationship with me. I was the one left heartbroken for months. I couldn’t date anyone for months because it all came so unexpectedly when I thought everything was right.” He said sadly.

Just like I'm his. His Rejected Mate. His Rejected Love.

She even tried calling his phone but it went straight to voicemail and after several trials, she simply gave up. Thinking about it, she felt bad of course. She had led him on and then broke his heart. Why couldn’t just be in love with him? Everything would be so simple. He would love her, care for her and all she had to do was date him and not compare him to Nicholas but even that in itself was almost impossible. She could not not compare him to Nicholas and she couldn’t stop thinking about Nicholas.

He couldn't possibly tell his daughter that they got married while he was in a coma. In his heart, he was very upset about what kind of movie a child of Joen's age had watched. His eyes flashed back to Nayla's face who was repeatedly hurt by him, but the pain in his heart deepened because of an endless regret. “But, sweetheart... Papa and Mama's relationship is not as you imagined. Sometimes, love is unrequited.” Little Joen looked at his father in confusion, but he listened attentively. “You mean... Mama doesn't love papa?”

Yet, each shared moment, each conversation, was a constant reminder of her heartbreak. She sought solace in her art, using it as a means of escape. She began a new project, a series of paintings representing different stages of unrequited love. She painted her loneliness, her longing, and her heartbreak. The paintings were a narrative of her feelings for Mike, a chronicle of her journey through the tumultuous sea of unrequited love.

That was the first time he hit me, and I still remember how bad it hurt. Unfortunately, Hanahaki is a chronic condition. I've come to realize that the reason for this whole situation is unrequited love. I mean, it's pretty obvious when I wake up and find a bunch of flower petals lying around. It's clear that Mateo doesn't love me anymore. Unrequited love made me feel like I was carrying around a blood-red rose in my lungs. Every time I coughed, it made me spit out another petal. It really hurt, and it was a bit suffocating.