When Love Comes Late Novels & Stories

Michael ‘It wasn’t a lie’, what wasn’t a lie? Our friendship? Our bond? Or her love for me? Because from where I am standing, all I see is lies and deceit. But maybe… I grit my teeth, no! she’s playing games with me again, but this time around, I know what kind of a woman she is and I’ll damned if I let her walk all over me, again. I open my hidden liquor cabinet from the bottom of my desk and remove a bottle of vintage bourbon, filling my glass I walk towards the couch on the far left of my office. I close my eyes, take a long sip of my bourbon and release a shuddering breath,

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.

Even if she never knew. Even if he had to stand in the shadows a while longer. Because love—real love—wasn't about being seen. It was about seeing. And he saw her. Clearly. Bravely. Always.

"Was that a confession?" "Can you just stop talking to me with that brain of yours that only understands romance?" Nicholas shot back, completely unworried. "In your world, is the only way you can use the word 'like' when you're romantically in love with someone? Friendship doesn't count, does it?"

he replied. “The worst of things? I asked, curiously. “Starvation, poverty, suffering, love never stops them.” “Nicholas, of course it does,” I said despairingly, and my heart started to race as something close to fear coursed through my veins. How could he think that? “Love saved you, didn’t it? Your mother’s love for you..." I started to say but he cut me off quickly. “My mother adopted me for the publicity and the morality check. That is all,” he said bitterly.

It was a reminder of the power of love and how it can bring people together and make them feel complete. As the night drew to a close, Max and Red thanked us for being a part of their special day. They hugged us all, and I saw the love and gratitude in their eyes. It was a night to remember, filled with joy and happiness. Looking back on that night, I realized that love truly is a magical thing. It can make us feel alive, happy, and complete. And as I watched Max and Red walk away, hand in hand, I felt grateful for the love and family that surrounded me.

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.”

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 whispered to myself The kitchen door opened Ayman stood there Looking at me with softness in his eyes His smile said everything My heart and mind already knew I didn’t have to fight My man loves me Her battle was already lost He stacked some plates on the table and came toward me Seconds later, we were in each other’s arms, covering each other with kisses and the kind of tenderness only real love can give My phone turned off The message deleted Natalie erased Her threats with her Ayman is mine Whether she accepts it or not

“Vivian has a bad temper, so I’m taking her on a one-week vacation to help her relax. Tell the doctor to postpone your surgery until I get back.” Whenever Vivian threw a tantrum, he would shower her with tens of thousands of dollars without hesitation. However, when it came to me, even his apology amounted to a pathetic fourteen dollars and three cents. He still tried to romanticize it, claiming that the amount did not matter. It was the thought that counted. Those numbers had special meanings and it was his special kind of love for me. I used to believe nonsense like that. However, now I understood — follow the money and one would find where the love really was.