Unrequited Romance Novels & Stories

She spoke with a localized pride that bordered on arrogance. I nodded slowly, seeing no point in arguing with her. "I’m confused, Carmen," I admitted, stepping into the shaded gazebo. "I don't understand why she stayed when the door was open. I don't understand her at all." Carmen let out a dry, bitter laugh that lacked any real humor. "You’re in love with a girl who has no idea that you even exist as a man, only as a myth. This is a classic, textbook case of unrequited love, Alpha." She chuckled again. "It’s poetic, in a tragic, self-destructive sort of way."

Seeing flowers bloom in spring and then see them fade into nothing during winter. Bryson once told me that every vampire has a mate, who is supposed to accompany them for eternity, to fill the lonely and empty gap in their lives and dead hearts. They are your soul mates, basically your other half. But I don't need a mate. In my opinion, they will only make me weak and pathetic. I don't need anyone! No one!

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

And I hated that I wasn’t. When the new drink arrived, I just stared at it. Didn’t drink. Didn’t talk. Just listened to the noise until it started to blur. Max broke the silence first. “You know, if you ever need to talk—” “I don’t,” I said automatically. He raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, Mr. Untouchable.” “Not untouchable,” I muttered. “Just… not sure who I want touching.” He snorted. “That sounds like a crisis.”

She was not even his fucking type. He hated how opinionated she was, hated how sure of herself she was, how she didn’t need him, how she didn’t look at him like he was some god… He hated it that he could not fully control her… He was just so fucking confused. How did he fall for her? Tristan kicked the coffee table hard and cursed aloud. “Fuck!”

The wolf family was sent away with their lives, but the father felt insulted by her intervention and was bothered the entire day. Unable to hide his displeasure, he summoned her to his private court and accused her of adultery. Astonished, the mother tried bravely to defend her honor, but her fate was sealed even before she stepped foot in his court. When she attempted to beckon to his better nature, one that he did not possess, he flung her across the room where she was pinned by a tusk hanging from the wall. Her lifeless body was tossed into the woods, unburied and without her honour as a Luna. Since then, I have detested my father’s anger above all things.

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?”

“It’s always better when the one you love loves you back. There’s joy in waking up next to someone who loves you. There’s peace in facing each day with someone who chooses you, again and again. There’s beauty in planning your future with someone who wants to be there until the end. That’s how I feel with Jack. And that’s what I want for you. Love is a two-way street, Rome. Never forget that.” Rome smiled faintly, but the pain behind it was unmistakable. She wanted to cry, but she held back. She didn’t want Baron and Selena to see her with tears in her eyes. “Unrequited love really sucks, huh?” she said, her voice shaking. Connie gave her a matching smile, equally bitter. “Yeah. And you deser

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

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