Unrequited Romance Novels & Stories

Unspoken Desires Intro; After years of separation, Ethan returns to his best friend’s sister, Harper, at her brother’s request. Harper has refused to work for the family company, and her brother is desperate to change her mind. But when Ethan and Harper are reunited, the unresolved tension between them, built up over years of longing, explodes. What begins as a heated argument about her future quickly turns into an undeniable attraction, burning through their words and actions. In a single, passionate night, they give in to the chemistry that’s been simmering beneath the surface for years, leaving nothing unsaid, and nothing unfulfilled.

She said, and cast her eyes down, shaking her head. I could see her mood swing from one of hope to one that was reflective. She thought deeply. She remained silent for close to a minute before she spoke again. “Grandson,” she bounced back much spiritedly, with warmth in her voice, “romance is like a dice; it always takes two sides to win a fortune but often, it is only one side that gets the attention. The one you love may not love you back. And it is highly unlikely that two people would love each other equally. Like the downside of a dice, a true lover isn’t one that comes with glory to seek your praise. There would be no top side of a dice if the down side decides not to rest.

Her presence was intimidating. *~* Unrequited Love: Being in love with someone who did not and would never love you back. Ruel came to know the meaning of those two words and how deep they ran and how awful they felt when he was sixteen and had his first shift and since then, he could only hide in the shadows and peek from afar, always making sure his presence wasn't known.

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.

But before I can push the door open, someone talks behind me. "Heard your trophy husband is cheating on you," Valeria snickers and I shoot her a look. She continues. "Or maybe we can't call it cheating because you guys were never together, right?" "Watch your tongue." She flips her hair to the other side. "You were the one trying to build up fake scenarios in your head. He has finally gone back to his true love while you'll be left dealing with your one-sided love once again." She folds her arms. "At this point, don't you think you're cursed with unrequited love?"

Every night, I would have a romantic and beautiful dream involving Jonathan, and every morning when I woke up, it made me cry even harder because I knew these dreams would never come true, since he wasn’t mine. Without him, I felt completely empty, and I yearned for his affection and touch. I prayed that a miracle would take place and that he would return. Imagining Jonathan with someone else was what hurt me the most. ‘What the two of them would be doing.’ I wanted to fucking end the world every time I thought about this. Why had God returned his first love when we were so happy together? I was becoming selfish because the pain was killing me from within, and I desperately wanted him back.

In the quiet embrace of the café, Aiden and Emily found themselves grappling with the intricacies of their unrequited love. Their eyes locked, conveying a depth of emotion that words alone could not capture. Each sip of coffee served as a poignant reminder of the bitter reality they faced. "Emily," Aiden began, his voice filled with a mix of resignation and tenderness, "we must confront the truth that our hearts belong elsewhere. To pursue a marriage based on such a fragile foundation would only lead to a lifetime of discontentment."

It's been very tiring today. I just drank there until midnight. Yes, I did. I don't go home. My phone is also off. I would like to go to a bar, but I don't want to, I might just be rude there. Better to be alone. The world is so unfair. Why do I sometimes fall for someone who has other interests? The way he smiled and laughed. I don't experience that when I'm with him. Who is Eunice in her life? Did I think I was the only one he let in?

he explained, his words landing like a blow to my chest. My heart sank as I struggled to process his revelation. Girlfriend? He had a girlfriend? The realization hit me like a wave, leaving me feeling hurt and blindsided. While I grappled with the pain of unrequited love, Atlas appeared unaffected. Of course, he would be—he couldn't possibly understand the depths of my anguish. After all, it was only me who harbored unrequited feelings for him.

And yet, deep down, I had expected it too. Ramsey's eyes were hard with accusations, desperation and questions. Tears pooled in my own eyes as I stared at him; this man whom I would do absolutely anything for, this man whom I'd fallen irrevocably in love with. History was about to repeat itself, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. "Go on, then!" I murmured in resignation. "Reject me the same way Noah had. It is very obvious that there is absolutely no difference between the both of you. You all jump to conclusions about me, taking the slightest chance to—"