When Love Is Not Enough Book Novels & Stories

Krystal was there immediately and hugged me. Titian, on the other hand, first cleared the table, since he had understood that I no longer felt like eating. He and Krys were long past that. "You can't choose who you fall in love with. Love isn't a decision, love is just something that finds its way through the darkest of walls,” she said to me in a soothing voice. I couldn't help her either. Nevertheless, I said energetically: "Love is nothing more than for an ass". My friend chuckled at my statement, but immediately apologized to me, which I didn't blame her for. why? At least I had to suppress a smile.

These few days that Shadrach has left have taught me a lot of things about myself. I realized that Dianne never loved me, even if she does; she probably doesn’t understand what love actually is. I also realized that I never loved the girl; we were just following our infatuations. I have never understood the girl’s feelings and she never understood mine. I guess we were just enjoying having sex with each other. And even these days, I don’t even know why I am not able to sleep with the girl, no matter how hard I tried, it is just not working.

I wince and move it a few inches away before bringing it back to my ear. "Troy are you there?" She calls again and I nod like she can see me. "Yes Rachel,I'm here." I say and resume walking out of the school. My foot slightly nudges a small book on the floor and I carefully study it before bending to pick it up. The word 'Diary' is printed in a bright, colourful pink on the book and I groan. It must have fallen out of the mysterous girl's open school bag.

Everlasting Love is a book that talks about the undying love of Emeka for Rose who was his school mates. It shows that destiny can never be denied, even though Rose never gave him a chance to prove his love for her, Emeka was still persistent and never gave up, Rose never accepted because of the obvious different financial status quo between them. While Emeka was from a rich home, Rose was from a poor home, as a result, Rose didn't want to associate herself with Emeka in order not to be seen as a gold digger.

" Lena's voice was soft-but it wasn't a question. Flora swallowed hard. "Yeah. I did." Lena studied her closely before asking, "And he loved you?" Flora wanted to say yes. She wanted to believe that Adrian had loved her enough to fight for them. But the words wouldn't come. If he had truly loved her, he wouldn't have— She shook her head. "Not enough." Lena nodded knowingly. "That's the worst, huh? When it's not some grand betrayal or dramatic reason… just not enough."

She might not know what it meant to be loved, but loving was almost as good. Loving meant wanting. She could feel her body, each nerve ending awake and pulsing for his touch. Hunger gnawed at her senses, the memory of his possession heating her until her clit became swollen, her sex, wet and aching. “You’re awake…” Theo’s voice wasn’t in the least drowsy. It was dark and hot with need. His member was a thick wedge of flesh pressed against her stomach, throbbing with the same heady pace as his heartbeat.

The woman who believed that love would be enough. I tell her I was wrong. Love is not enough. Love does not make a man see you. Love does not make him choose you. Love does not fill an empty closet or warm an empty bed. I tell her she will know better. She will know that she is enough, all by herself. She will not wait for anyone to choose her. She will choose herself. The baby settles. The apartment is quiet. I stand. I walk to the window. The city lights are scattered below, tiny sparks in the dark. Somewhere out there, Nathaniel is standing in an empty closet, holding a dress that belonged to a woman he does not deserve.

She could no longer pretend. "Kael, I was wrong. I was really wrong. I just loved you too much, that’s why I did all this. Can you forgive me?" Love? Kael looked at her hypocritical, venomous face and felt nothing but disgust. He didn’t spare her another glance. He took out his phone and called my father, his voice cold. "Mira is here. I’ll leave her to you." After hanging up, Kael stumbled toward my room. It was empty. Everything was clean and neat, as if I had never existed there at all.

Ten years of youth and devotion, and in exchange, she had built a fortune worth tens of billions, while I was apparently worth only five million. Holding Brad's hand, she slowly walked out of the hospital room. My vision blurred with tears as I called out softly behind her. "Olivia, I hope you don't regret this." Her footsteps paused briefly. Then she replied, "I hope you and your new lover find happiness too." After she left, I sat alone on the hospital bed and looked down at the photographs in my hand with a bitter smile. Half a month ago, the woman in those photos had suddenly grabbed my arm on the street and pulled me into a tight embrace.

"You lost me anyway." The words hit like a slap. "I know." We stood there. Silence heavy between us. "Is there anything else?" he asked. "Just. I love you. I know I don't deserve to say that. Don't deserve you. But it's true." "Love isn't enough, Delilah. Not without trust." "I know." "Do you? Because you knew about this book for months. Had dozens of opportunities to tell me. And you chose not to." "I was wrong. Completely wrong. I own that."