When Love Come Late Novels & Stories

A passionate kiss united us Under that bright night sky, love reigned, and the future smiled at us And believe me, I was ready to live fully again and fight the whole world if I had to, to protect this happiness I deserved — and that I denied myself for far too long Ladies, we all deserve it Not just me Not just a few women All of us We went back inside and the party kept going beautifully Suddenly, my phone vibrated “Unknown number?” I murmured, surprised I stepped into the kitchen But when I answered, the call ended Right after that, a message appeared

I felt my heart fill with love as I looked at Mavis' resolute profile. Richard watched us with a relieved look, tears glistening in his eyes. Nearby, Tyler giggled, full of innocent joy. The gentle mountain breeze brushed past us, carrying the scent of earth. In the distance, the mountains stood tall, shrouded in mist. We stood at the entrance to the village, basking in the warm sunlight. At that moment, happiness felt simple.

Yet now, he was the one who hurt her the most. A single tear rolled down Mabel's cheek. Slowly, she picked up the pen and signed her name. "I hate you, Lennon." After signing, she tossed the paper aside and forcefully pushed Lennon away, quickly inserting the oxygen tube for Gisselle. Lennon picked up the paper elegantly and replied calmly, "Love makes hate possible, Mabel. I know you love me. Don't worry. The position of Mrs. Shepard will always be yours. There's only one week until our wedding. This time, I'll make it spectacular."

I was about to question him further, but he mumbled something incoherent and hung up before I could get another word in. After choosing the wedding dresses, I got in the car and headed home. I assumed Micah wouldn't come back tonight. But just before dinner, I saw him walk through the door. He strode over with a takeout box in hand. "I drove all over the city to get this for you. Late-night bites from Stardust Diner." I looked down at the ravioli inside. There were three fewer than usual, and one of them had an obvious bite mark. It had already been tasted.

With Love, The Cloud.

Love. END

Marcus reached over carefully with his uninjured hand,his fingers rested lightly over mine,not possessive,not demanding just there,warm,steady and comforting. “You've spent so long trying to earn scraps of affection,” he said softly. “You don't even know what it feels like to be loved without conditions.” I swallowed hard. “I wouldn't know where to begin.” “You don't have to.” His thumb brushed lightly against the back of my hand. “The right people don't make you earn your place.” Silence settled between us again not uncomfortable,just... quiet and peaceful. Something I hadn't felt in a very long time. After several minutes, I stood. “I should go.” Marcus nodded. “It's late.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready, though.” “That’s okay,” he said gently. “Take your time. Just don’t shut yourself off completely. Love doesn’t come around every day, but when it does, and you’re lucky enough to notice it, do not let that chance slip away from you. Grab it and enjoy every bit of it.” I managed a small smile, squeezing his hand back. “Thanks, Dad. I needed that.” I affirmed while he kissed my forehead and stood. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. “Is this about the person who dropped you off last night?” He finally asked and I just couldn’t resist the laugh. He smiled back too.

"I have no parents, no power, no wealth. The most precious thing I have is my love for Atlas. But how can I give that to you?" Ember let out a bitter laugh, feeling somewhat pitiful. "Jump from a building six days from now. I will take your love for Atlas and all your memories of him. Then, you'll begin a new life." Ember closed her eyes as flashes of her past with Atlas played like a montage before her. "Atlas, I'm letting you go now," she thought to herself. Finally, she nodded. "I accept." … On the sixth day, an employee from the Ferguson residence came to Ember's hospital room to ask if there was anything else she wanted to take with her.

He thought she would wait patiently while he fixed all the problems, then obediently become his bride. In the days Bethany was gone, the memory that kept coming back was the day she held a guitar and stood outside the boys’ dorm, singing “Love Leaves No Choice.” It had rained so hard that day. How had he been so cruel to let her stand in the rain all night long? Sometimes, people could be utterly foolish. They only realized what was truly valuable after they lost it completely. If he could do it over, he would cherish Bethany and never let her cry again.