What If I Never Love Again Novels & Stories

I would never argue or quarr with you. If you need me to be a puppet...I would a puppet...a pushover.... I would be anything you want… I just miss having you in my life...I just miss having you smile at me.... There's not a single day that I don't regret what I had done... And the fact that it seems I'm getting punished for life is unbearable..... If you could love me again...even if a little bit...I swear...I would never make you cry again... I continued bending there staring at my favorite person...my favorite thought...

I didn’t even know when they started forming only that they were there, heavy and burning, through me at the thought of him. How he showed it in a thousand silent ways… and yet still claimed he didn’t love me. Before I could hold myself back, the words slipped out, fragile and trembling. “Then why don’t you love me?” His eyes met mine, His thumb brushed lightly against my skin, sending a shiver through me. “I will never love you,” he said. “Love is pathetic.” The word hit me harder than I expected. Anger flared inside my chest, cutting through the ache.

"I told you never to do that again." "When does it end?" My heart hurt, and my head was banging. I sniff. "I tell you I love you; I try to understand you even Tho I am lost, you never open up to me and you shut me out whenever it pleases you, and then you go ahead to do this, what was I made for?" "Aella?"

In order to keep Sam Anderson from being fired, my lawyer wife, Blair Reid, drugged me before the hearing and handed my important case over to him. Blair then handed one of my major cases over to Sam. “The effect of the poison will only last for a day. Once the case is over, I’ll make it up to you.” I watched as Blair pulled an all-nighter to draft an outline for Sam and promote him. She also brought him around to network with other lawyers. After some time passed, Blair said she felt sorry for me. She told me she would immediately promote me to a partner at the law firm. However, she went crazy after realizing I did not get my voice back.

Once again, the call goes to voicemail. “Hey, it's me again. Please call me back. I'm sorry about what happened. I swear I'm not in love with Apollo. Can we talk this out like adults?” As I end the call, I feel a lump in my throat. I don't want things to end this way between us. Heck, I don't want things to end with him. He’s a good guy, someone I would be comfortable and possibly happy with. He’s nothing like my ex-fiancé, in all the best ways.

He was a bomb waiting to detonate when ever I made one simple mistake or when ever he felt I was vulnerable. I held my head in my hands and bitterly wept. I had nobody else. All the people I loved and cared for were no longer in this world. 'If only I had not asked him then I would have never found out. I would still be hanging on to the hope that my sister was still alive fighting for her will to live, i would still have hope that one day, she would walk in, her favourite yellow dress flapping in the fresh breeze that blew in when ever one opened the entrance door to the gigantic apartment back in our home country and tell me;

I still can't forget his disgusted expression. That time, I decided never to touch alcohol again - losing control after drinking would make him hate me. But here I was drinking again tonight. This time, I didn't care what he thought of me. I laughed out loud, talking to myself, "Haha, Levi doesn't care about you at all. How would he care whether you live or die? He just... doesn't care about you at all..." My tears fell pathetically. I, Blair, wasn't immune to heartbreak just because I was Mrs. Morgan. My dignity, my sense of propriety - none of it mattered to him.

"Would you love me again, then?" Loving her… that would mean giving up his life, his happiness, his sorrow–all that and more–into her hands. He finally realized that from the moment he had fallen in love with her, there was no way he could escape her no matter how hard he tried. All his struggles to get away from her were utterly meaningless and a waste of time. But in the end, the reply he got from her was, "Jackson, I'll never love you again." In that moment, it felt as if every drop of blood in his veins had frozen into ice!

“Will you want me again? Love me again?” A sigh slipped from Kylan’s lips. He didn’t shout, and he didn’t beg. He only looked at her as he gave his message. “I don’t want you, and I will never want you again. I have never loved you, and I will never love you,” he said slowly, word for word. “I want you to stop this…turn around and walk away. Don’t do this to yourself or to Nate…think about your family who does love you.” Chrystal squeezed her eyes shut, and when she opened them again, loud sobs escaped her. So loud her body shook, and the dagger trembled.

Date: September 26, 2014, 1:31PM To: Love ♥ (Voice message) I’m never gonna say goodbye cause I never wanna see you cry. I swoere to you my love would remain and I swear it all over again and I… I’m never gonna treat you bad cause I never wanna see you sad. I swore to share your joy and your pain. And I swear it all over again. All over again. Good night, Love. Happy Third Anniversary! I love you. Forever and always. Date: September 7, 2014, 12:00AM