Unrequited Love Novels Novels & Stories

Then there's the one about star-crossed lovers, two innocent people who love each other deeply but at the end of everything their relationship is still doomed to fail just like Lancelot and Guinevere in King Arthur's mystical tale Round Table, Heathcliff and Catherine from Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights, and Lyla and Majnun from the classic love story Nizami Ganjavi. Jakob says I have my head in too much fantasy, but I can't help but wonder... I heard car honks from a distance, then I heard the sound of a vehicle driving closer, it was probably my mom, I thought to myself. Right now I was home alone with Topaz, everyone else was basically at the back to school party grinding and making out

“Probably because they’re mostly written by women who’ve experienced rejection in real life, and they write their dreams of becoming powerful.” “But then they almost always take the bastard who rejected them back,” I countered. “That’s the mate bond. It’s how it works. Besides, I’m not reading a werewolf novel at the moment.” Nate and Kam had come in by then. “So, what kind of novel are you reading?” Nate asked. “It’s a forbidden love story,” she answered. I glanced at Kam, and we smirked. “So, is she underage, or are they related?” he asked.

Last night, I dreamt about Adrian again. They say, 'unrequited love does not die; it's only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded.' I guess it was true in my case because the love I felt for Adrian was starting to turn bitter and cold.

He said, “You like him too, don’t you?” I couldn’t hide it. I had never liked any man before because I’ve never met many of them. We’ve lived quietly, Andy and I. So it was to be expected. Besides that, the few males alive I knew of were bastards, such as my boss and work colleagues at the restaurant. Of course, there was Uncle Herbert as well. He was one hundred times more of a bastard and also happened to be a child molester. So it wasn’t surprising when a guy like James Maxwell came into my life—a guy who was tall, dark, handsome, and oddly enough kind to me—how could I not like him? How could I not fall for him? Even that first time I had met him on the road when he had nearly driven int

I cut him off, "Stand on your own two feet, or go hang with your so-called friends. Leave me out of it." I ended the call, no looking back, and blocked him out of my life. No way was I letting that bloodsucker drain me dry again. Whatever road he took then, it was none of my business. Life was finally back on track, better than I ever imagined. Chester, the guy who once saved my life and was my dream guy, was then back in touch with me. He had it all together, mature, steady, and confident in his abilities. The once hazy memory of my high school crush slowly came into focus, merging with the present.

"These are the reasons why I love you more and more. But, only I love you is not enough. We are engaged, and we will get married soon. I am happy and looking forward to it, but at the same time, I feel uneasy and I want more. Your coldness and courtesy really tortures me sometimes." "If we love each other... it can be called love. If only I love you but you don't love me, this is unrequited love. You... are very kind to me sometimes. No matter what I said, you never refused me, and you did everything that I asked you to do perfectly. But..."

Thanks to that, I could initiate my plan. I never loved Julian. It has nothing to do with him, but my heart already belongs to another and for him, I am going to such lengths to get him what is rightfully his. Julian is a nice guy. He is a passionate lover and knows how to treat a lady. I will give him that. But unfortunately, he fell for the wrong woman.

13 Chelsea When me and Jeremy laying here in my bed right after making love for the first time, trying to catch our breath, I never thought it would feel the way it did, he was the perfect gentleman, and he was so gentle and took perfect care of me and made my first time perfect. I can’t wait to do it again with him, I know this thing we have is going to be a passion of love and I know what we have is going to be something special. “Wow, that was amazing. I never thought my first time would be like that.”

‘It’s going to be okay, I promise’ she said reassuringly, but I knew it wouldn’t be. I tried to pull myself together, telling myself it was a loveless marriage after all. It was a loveless marriage, but I felt so betrayed and stupid. I felt so angry seeing that girl on top of him, I liked the way his lips felt against mine. I longed to be in his arms all day long, I thought of him every time. I replay the first time he kissed me in my head to remember how good his lips felt against mine. My heart skips a beat whenever I see him. I don’t think this is a loveless marriage anymore. I think I am falling in love with Aaron Carson.

His fingers toyed with the lingerie, reminding me of our supposedly unforgettable past. Still, if we were to look at the situation carefully, wouldn't it be Dominic who was jealous? Wasn't he the one clutching at the past, even deliberately traveling to Northbrook? I folded my arms but secretly brushed my foot against Maxwell's calf. A powerful desire for revenge suddenly surged within me. With his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and striking long legs, Maxwell possessed a dangerous, almost predatory beauty in his eyes. That made me question—what could possibly make him less than Dominic?