When God Writes Your Love Story Book の小説・ストーリー

Hello my lovely Readers!! I just wanted to thank each and everyone of you!! His Lost Love was my first book but somewhere, I lost the spark and foolishly decided to stop writing it. It was the most stupidest thing I have ever. I wouldn't have finished it if not for your faith on me. You have been showering me with your constant love and support throughout the journey. Some of you have even motivated me to continue the story when I had lost hope as a writer. I am grateful to all those amazing readers!! You don't know what it means to me.

“And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote this story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever.” —From Moulin Rouge

Years had spun past, along with countless gifts and letters. The Council of Angels was growing ever so suspicious of Ashton's constant lack of a bride. He had turned down many suitors, refusing to marry one he did not love, and refusing to admit that he'd fallen deeply in love with the one who'd written to him. At this time even Matt had grown suspicious of the letters that now piled in a dresser in the king's room, but he never questioned them being kept considering Ash never left the castle. Behind the king's back, he decided to contact a minor god of love. While it took ages for a reply due to the busy nature of the god, the reply was less than exciting. The previous suspicions now turned

Prince Charming. “God has sent him to you,” Ambrose continued, his voice thick with conviction. “Remember how I always told you God would reveal the man you were to love to me. Well, that’s him. This is a test, child. Like Job in his suffering, you must prove your faith. His heart is hardened now, but you must soften it. Serve him. Obey him. And soon, he will love you as you deserve.” Her heart fluttered, equal parts excitement and anticipation. She had dreamed of this moment for so long. A love story written by fate, blessed by God Himself.

How could we stop loving each other after everything we had gone through? “Love is madness.” I told him now, in that same frail voice. “I read it in a romance novel once, when I was twelve. It said that it drives us lit more insane every single day until it consumes us alive.” My lips tilted up when I remembered how badly my mother had reacted to me reading that book. “My mother burned it in the fire place, that book. I don’t even remember what it was called, but I do remember what my mother told me after. ‘Love doesn’t end with happily ever after’s. Each day is a new challenge, a new trial sent to us by god. Those who think that two people coming together at the end of a book is the end of

Dearest reader, When I first started writing this story, I had no idea what I was stepping into. Dante and Alera’s world began as a whisper in my head. Thier love was a messy, aching kind that demanded to be told and somehow, it became my very first published book on GoodNovel. This journey has been everything but easy. It’s been a learning and humbling curve. I’ve stumbled, grown, rewritten, cried, and smiled through every chapter. But most importantly, I’ve learned that stories have a way of healing not just the characters but the person writing them too.

It's a handwritten book by a toddler. Lucifer looked at the drawing. It had a sun with two adults and a child in the middle. The book had a name written: Jessica's mommy and daddy. Lucifer glances through the book and turns to the second page; it says to believe. The third page says, ‘I have not abandoned you.’ The fourth page, ‘if you are reading this it is because it was planned you find this.’ As Lucifer turns the page, he sees gods hand reaching out of the sky. As he checks the other pages, it is all blank. This is where your story begins. Tossing it aside, Lucifer can't help but tear up, seeing this girl's picture with long blonde hair and about seven years old.

"Keep going. This is just pocket change for a bottle of wine. It doesn't prove her loyalty. I just dropped 30 million on a sports car for Natalie. This will soften the blow." The loan shark hesitated, realizing Andre meant to jack up the interest. "But she seems..." Natalie Deleon, the fake daughter, clung to Andre's arm. "You heard him. This little money proves nothing. Selling her chastity? She's a leech. We can't trust her." My chest tightened, a familiar ache clawing at my heart. I fumbled for my pills, swallowing them dry, and braced against the wall. I'd abandoned my dreams, rejected an Ivy League school, and worked until my hands were cracked and bleeding. For what? A lie!

But then, you slapped me, so somehow fate still pushed us together. I didn’t expect fire from you. I expected someone timid and gentle, but I think the second your hand collided with my face, I came alive after the four years since my divorce. You want to know the truth? I was stupid to wait till the Soirée to tell you I loved you, because I loved you from the moment you hit me. I have never believed in God, but I am tempted to believe in Him now just so I can explain to myself what powerful source has made me so in love with you. So enchanted and obsessed. There will never be anyone else for me ever again, Ava Jade.

Everyone said in chorus and started rising. As they are getting back to their seats, I am having different thoughts circling around my head. The word heavenly realm repeatedly rings in both of my ears. I can now freely enter the realm my Pops has forbidden me in going. I never got the chance to enter it before and now, a new door is opening up for me. My Pops always scolded me whenever he caught me travelling towards it. And also, it is the only place I still haven’t searched in finding my savior. Ah! Why have I never thought about this before? Waahh~ He definitely looks like a god and I am certain that the kind of beauty he has only exists in that realm.