When Love Come Late Novels & Stories

There's no love like your love And no other could give more love. There's nowhere unless you're there All the time, all the way, yeah.“ "Damn, I'd come to you now and dance with you." 1 Bryan Adams - Everything I Do "Come, love, what's stopping you?" "I have an appointment in five minutes." "Then, soon." Happy and satisfied I finish the job and head to Victor's office to agree on one presentation. He can't hear me knocking, he’s obviously occupied with something, because I hear his voice after I open the door and we stop.

“Sounds like something Mum would say.” “Hey, Zara. I know it may seem like love isn’t meant for you, but give it time. Try to give Damien a chance.” “It’s not that easy, Mandy. I still love Jason,” I said, feeling the ache in my chest. “I know. No one said it was easy. But when love comes calling, you might want to answer…” She might be right, but can I? I feel like I’ve built a wall, and the phone call love might use to reach me has been cut. ⸻

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I whispered and typed out a text message instead. [Lydia: The charity gala for the Blackwell Industries is on Friday at seven PM. So, be ready. I will pick you up at six thirty.] Her reply came in about an hour later. [Lydia: Do not expect me to be in attendance with you, Adrian.] My eyes nearly bulged out of my sockets because how dare she decline? I typed back a reply. [Be ready by six thirty.] The "typing" icon came up. So I patiently sat there and waited for her reply.

I have been late before but this time I'm not. I mean who would have thought that after all the misfortunes; the heartache, the dramas and the battles could lead to this moment. In the end, the moon goddess still makes sure that the latecomers, like me, would never be left without a Mate, notwithstanding more battles to come in our way. "A Mate for the Latecomer"

This Love To forget the pain she is feeling when she caught her boyfriend cheating with her half-sister, Lumiere went to the club to get drunk and find herself. There, she met Rage Forger, a snobbish but handsome man. At first she thought she wouldn't get his attention however when she drunk danced on the dance floor, suddenly someone hugged her back she immediately felt his warm body and fragrant smell.

Samantha said, sounding perfectly calm, "my team-building event just ended. I’m on my way now. Wait another half hour. I’ll be there soon." She was already three hours late, and even now, she was still lying. There was a thunderstorm raging around me, but on her end of the line, it was completely quiet. I wiped the rain from my face and let out a cold laugh. "Are you really on your way here, Samantha, or are you still in some hotel bed?" She went silent. For a long moment, she stammered without managing to form a proper answer. "The engagement party is over," I added. "What's the point of showing up now? Stay where you are and keep having fun with your boy toy. I'm not in the mood to listen

I continued, "When I was very young, my father passed away, and my mom raised me on her own. But she always favored my brother. I grew up with very little love, always feeling insecure and sensitive. I was afraid to promise myself to anyone. “But you were so good to me back then—you brought me breakfast every day, helped me with my presentations, and surprised me with little thoughtful gifts. You even won over my mom and earned the respect of my brother. You promised me you’d work hard to give me all the love I had missed…” Seth listened quietly, his eyes growing redder with every word until he couldn’t hold back his tears, covering his face as he began to sob. I ignored his reaction and con

I knew he saw me only as a friend, so I buried my feelings, staying close as his confidante. With his encouragement, I started working out, growing stronger. Knowing his picky tastes, I learned to cook, packing him homemade lunches, and we would tackle work challenges together. He introduced me to hiking and running, nudging me to care for myself. He brought light to my dim world and gave my life a purpose. How could I not love him? Just when I hesitated to confess my love to him, Emily appeared. She was a wealthy heiress trying out work for fun.

One morning in October, 20XX Los Angeles, Neil Royce rushed in from outside, tacked under his arm a newspaper, banged on Uri Wayne's desk, and gasped for breath: "Uri, look what we have?" Uri Wayne was revising the document before approving it, glancing at the newspaper headline. "Another person has become a "Victim" of VAMPIRES! They really exist in human life?" Uri looked at the words Vampires highlighted in red, then back at Neil Royce, raising an eyebrow: "That's a good title!"