When Love Come Late Novels & Stories

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!"

My eyes were hooded now and the image if her being so nerdy and desperate for me had all my senses clouded "Don't lie to me. But you can go back to hating me in the morning. But tonight, hold me and never let me go." That was all it took, the last of my resolve was shredded to bits and I claimed her lips in a fierce kiss.

“The last few days, I have been thinking about the time we spent together. I kept looking at the pictures we took and thought about the experiences we’ve had together. It made me realize that you were the one I loved all along. “I never liked Charlotte, she was just my childhood best friend. I had mistaken that affection for love but I have come to my senses now. I’m going to divorce her tomorrow morning and if you would just give me another chance, I promise I’m going to make you the happiest girl in the world. You will never…” I looked at him crossly and proceeded to knock the ring out of his hand. “Stop talking. Every word you say feels like an insult at this point.” “Do you even have any

"No, no… That's not true. I love this child. How could I not love him? He was our child. He was born from the precious bond between you and me. He was one of a kind to me. How could you bear to let him go?" I forced myself to sit up against the headboard. With a voice as cold as ice, I shattered Henry's last illusion. "To a man like you, nothing is one of a kind, not even your ridiculous idea of love."

As long as he was with her, his whole heart relaxed before he even noticed. She was irreplaceable, someone he would give up everything for. "Sierra," John suddenly called out to her. Sierra looked up. "Yeah?" His dark eyes were full of affection, and she was the only person inside of them as he said, "I love you." Sierra froze. She hadn't expected him to confess so suddenly. They were simply having a chat just now, weren't they? "Do you prefer Jade City or Harbor City?" John did not give her time to react or feel flustered. After confessing, he changed the subject, as if what he had said was nothing unusual.

I feel like I’ve built a wall, and the phone call love might use to reach me has been cut. ⸻

] Only Ian Zander, my lover, whom I once trusted, picked up. "Help me, Ian… I can't…" I begged. However, he replied with an unfriendly voice. "Stop pretending, Winona. It's Winnie's sweet sixteenth birthday today. She only gets this once in her life. Do you have to ruin it for her? I promised to make it up to you with a gift." I laughed weakly as I thought, 'Make it up to me?' There would never be a chance for Ian to make it up to me again.