When Love Is Not Enough Book Novels & Stories

I've given up on you actually leaving her, given up on us having a real future, but I can't give up on this, can't stop wanting you even when it's killing me. Robin, please. He was close, I could tell by the way his rhythm faltered. I love you, I love you so much. I know you do. I pulled him down into a kiss, swallowing his moans. That's what makes this so fucked up, we love each other but it's not enough, love was never going to be enough. We came together, both of us crying out and holding on like we could merge into one person if we just held tight enough.

Put it down again. I walk to the kitchen and pour my perfectly good coffee down the sink for no reason and stand there gripping the counter and think: I cannot do this. I cannot be in love with Adrian Knight. That is not what this is. That is not what we agree to. The contract has an end date and none of this is supposed to be real. Except. Except I cannot explain that photograph. That photograph is not pretending. And anyone who looks at it for more than three seconds knows that, which is probably why it gets forty-seven thousand impressions in two hours. People recognize something real even when the people in it are still in the middle of panicking about it.

"A man who is exhausted and impoverished is a man who will eventually come home. Let him taste the life he's chosen. Let him feel the cold. Let him understand, in his bones, what it means to give up everything for a woman who —" I stopped. The sentence was incomplete, and I knew why. Because the ending I wanted to say — “who doesn't love him back” — was no longer something I could say with certainty. Not after the hospital. Not after the way Alice had sat at his bedside. Not after the way his hand had found hers and held on, as if letting go would mean drowning. It doesn't matter, I told myself. Love isn't enough. Love doesn't pay the bills. Love doesn't heal shattered hands. Love doesn't gi

I tried to sit up, but the movement sent agony through my wounded chest. She paused at the door but didn't turn around. "I love you," I whispered desperately. "I've always loved you. That has to count for something." Her shoulders tensed slightly. For a moment, I thought she might turn back. But then she straightened and opened the door. "Love isn't enough, Alexander," she said quietly. "Love without respect, without trust, without kindness... it's just poison." The door closed behind her with a soft click. I stared at the white invitation on my pillow.

When Uncle Christopher found out, he severed all ties with the Linds and hasn't spoken to her since. I let out a quiet hum in response. Then, I asked Zoe how she'd been. She said she was fine before steering the conversation back to Christopher. "Willow, about Uncle Christopher… Do you really think it's over between you two? I mean, I saw how you were together for four years. It's just such a shame to see it end like this." My tone sharpened. "Love is built on loyalty, Zoe. It's not something you share. Could you accept your partner constantly hurting you because of someone else?"

I sit up and look at the ground. "You asked me to try to love you, and when I say I do, you pull away," I say as I look up at him. He nods. "You know my history. I haven't known love. Hearing someone say they love me is new to me. I said that because I didn't want you to be overwhelmed. I never actually expected you to love me. I'm not trying to pull away, I swear. It's just different," I swallow harshly as I look away from him.

Without another word, she bolted upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. Zachary was the last person who should be reading that book. Her husband, with his gentle heart and aversion to anything remotely sad, couldn’t even watch a movie without checking its tags first. He hated tragic endings, and avoided them like the plague. And The Last Kiss? That book had wrecked her and mind you, she had written it herself. For months after finishing it, she had nightmares of the scenes she had created. She flung open the bedroom door, her breath catching as she took in the sight before her. Zachary was curled up on the bed, tissues scattered around him like a sea of white flags. His eyes were red, hi

As the nurse wheeled him out, he overheard two other nurses gossiping nearby. “Did you hear? That livestreamer, Sean, is hospitalized here.” “I did! His wife treats him so well. She booked an entire floor for him.” “Wow… she’s the daughter of an affluent family and is still so attentive. I’m so jealous.” “Although I heard his wife had a lot of scandals before…” “So what? Can’t someone become loyal again for the person they love?” ‘Become loyal again for the person they love...’ James lowered his gaze and gave a bitter smile.

If only he would change his demeanour, a lot more girls would be interested in him, but he had his eye on the one girl who didn’t even notice him. Andrew was Maddie’s neighbour and Shane would go to his house for play dates for as long as the two of them could remember. Maddie would always greet Andrew since they were neighbours and their parents used to get along as well. Shane would always cling around Andrew, but Maddie never even paid any attention to him. He was an invisible background character in her story. Shane knew that, but it never broke his spirits. He was glad just to be in her presence. Andrew knew that it was a lost cause and that it was hopeless to even try to reason with a

"I know you way too well, Zach. You always treat the things you've gotten way too easily in disdain. As for the things you cannot get your hands on, you use all means to get them. And this includes keeping me by your side. It's merely your possessiveness acting up. You can't accept the fact that I'm now over you when I used to be so deeply in love with you." Her voice tinged with bitterness, she added, "You want everyone to submit to you willingly. If you have any decency left, don't toy with Yvonne's emotions. Be a responsible husband and treat her well. If you still doubt me, let me be clear: Zach, I don't love you. I don't love you now, and I never will in the future." 'He's always been l