Unrequited Love Stories Novels & Stories

Six years passed and Olivia grew more and more beautiful by the year. She already had handsome men interested in her but she would not give them the time of day. She planned to go home before even thinking about marriage. She was in no hurry. “ The debut season is almost over and we will travel back to Scotland soon. “ Brielle told Olivia

You barely complement my feminine looks and it hurts watching that I have been friend zoned by the only person that made my world go round and round. Jordan, I know you are probably hearing me or you might not remember the pigment of this conversation by morning but I would be at peace knowing I told you genuinely about how I felt. I love you Jordan so bad that it hurts, I’ve seen you start many short relationships in the industry and I want to scream each time that can’t you see me here. It is sad and unrequited love is one hell of a thing that no one ever prays to experience any day. I really hope one day you realize everything I did for you was out of love and I don’t regret being a fool

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.

I could not believe what he was saying right now. I removed his hands from my face and moved away from him; this was not the right moment to tell me he loves me. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” He questioned coming towards me as I shook my head. “It’s nothing. I am fine” I said walking to the edge of the window, I never wanted his love. What happened to men who do not easily fall in love? “Isabella, talk to me. Was it what I said?” He questioned me as I looked away.

he said seductively. "But Nis, love doesn't have to be." As coincidence, the quote for unrequited love seems to describe his sister's current love story. "It hurts, right? So that's it." "But---" "No buts." cut Hendra quickly. "I know you're hurt. But it's not just a matter of your feelings. What about Arsya's wife? She's also a woman, do you have the heart to destroy her happiness?" It's not that Hendra thinks that far, but he just doesn't want Nisya to be hurt because of her own feelings.

God gave him the woman he never imagined he could have. She looked at him while they were walking held each other’s hand. She never knew that she could feel so much love from this man. A man who makes her always feels secure and special. She noticed Rovi walks after she stepped two steps forward. She looked at him; she saw how his eyes look at her with admiration and full of respect. She saw her reflection on his eyes, she can see how he's eyes see her. That quiet conversation just by looking at each other’s eyes made them deeper in love in each other. A love that would never break by an accident, a love that never fade just by unremembered details, a love that never cut just by a person, a

The couch across the room was empty, but the blanket that had been thrown over it looked used, like he’d been there for a while. For some reason, that annoyed me. I sat up slowly, rubbing my temples, and that’s when another memory flickered. Elian’s face, right before he left. The look in his eyes when I kissed him. Shock. Anger. Betrayal. I’d replayed that moment a dozen times in my head already. Every time, I thought maybe it would make more sense. It never did. I don’t even know why I did it. It wasn’t planned. I just… wanted to know and one thing I didn't regret was that I did it.

“The annoying part is, anytime I tried to enquire if his leaving me was as a result of something bad I did to him, he kept saying it had nothing to do with me, but rather with him.” “Mum. I have a feeling there was a force he couldn’t control and he was scared to tell you of it openly in your face.” “Whatever it is. I’m glad I didn’t allow it ruin me a second time. I thank God I’d you then.” Drawing close to hold her in a tight hug. She spoke over her shoulders. “You’ve been my strength all these years. Finding true love cannot be guaranteed. Unrequited love is indispensable. True love cannot be defined, but when it happens, it flows effortlessly with no need of stressing or forcing yourself

"You know... You should tell that lovely model assistant of yours to go out with you sometime..." "What?!" I spluttered, self righteously. "Dona, I'm not... It's not like that!" "Then what is it like?" She smiled gently at me. "I think I know the face of a man in love and dying in silence from the pain of unrequited love. Makes for a beautiful story, don't you think. The big strong powerful man, wanted by everyone but he only has eyes on the lovely maiden who wouldn't see him as anything but the big strong powerful man, wanted by everyone but loved by none."

The memories of the loss of her first unborn child made her particularly cautious. Feeling a slight fluttering in her womb, she placed her hand over her abdomen and smiled. She looked forward to holding the child that was a product of her love for a man who cared not a fig for her. She allowed the fact that he did not love her to torture her and steal her joy over being pregnant for a considerable length of time before she chastised herself for being foolish. Unrequited love was more common than people cared to think. She certainly was not the only victim in history to love and not receive that love in return. She was given plenty of love from other people; such as Alexander, her aunt,