When Love Is Not Enough Book Novels & Stories

"Olwethu I love you.. I want you.. but.." She shook her head, "Valentia I get it really.. we can't be together. I love you too and I want you too.. but not like this.. you said it too.. what good will you be to me if you are in jail... it's okay, we really can't be together. I can see." "Sometimes love only isn't enough huh..." I said and she smiled sadly, "unfortunately... love only doesn't build a home, it doesn't pay bills, it doesn't raise kids.. it doesn't give time.. love only is not enough..."

"The fireworks for that day must be the most expensive and the best. "Also, go bid on that Ocean's Tear necklace she likes. I'll give it to her on that day." Listening to his words, I lost myself for a brief moment. It almost seemed as if Martin loved me deeply. However, as quickly as the ‌thought appeared, I snapped myself out of it. Looking up and catching sight of the wedding photo of Martin and Julia, I let out a cold laugh. I opened a page on my phone, which was continuously popping up with successful transfer notifications.

I looked at my hands. “Vivienne,” I said. “Mm,” she said. “What broke you and Adrian apart?” I said. “Really. The real reason.” She was quiet for a long time. “He could not love me,” she said. “Not because I was not enough. But because he had decided he was not allowed.” She paused. “He made a promise. At the end. When Zara was very ill.” Her voice was careful. Like she was stepping across something she was not sure would hold her weight. “She asked him something. I was in the room. I should not have been but I was.”

Raw and irrational and almost adolescent in its bitterness. He looked at Luca with open contempt. Then at Damon. And said the cruelest thing he could think of: “When he leaves you, you’ll deserve it.” Silence. Rain. Blood. Damon’s hand steadied. Completely. Because there it was. The thing Matteo had never understood and never would. Love was not leverage. Not a transaction. Not a cage. Not a debt. It was choice. Messy. Risky. Human. And the reason Matteo would always lose was because he couldn’t comprehend being chosen freely.

It wasn't what he needed. He loved her like an old, beloved book. One he’d read so many times he knew every line, could quote passages in his sleep. One he kept on the nightstand out of habit and affection, even when he wasn’t actively reading it anymore. It was comforting just to know it was there. Maybe that was the problem. He’d stopped reading her. Stopped turning the pages. Stopped asking what came next. He forgot that she was still growing, still changing, still becoming someone new. He treated her like a finished story, neatly bound and complete, when she was still mid-chapter. Still writing herself in ways he never bothered to notice. When she finally closed the book and walked away,

On the screen was a projected slideshow of pictures, captioned: “I love you, Darling. Until death do we part.” While Jared made his rounds chatting with the guests, I stood alone to the side. A few wives of powerful businessmen approached me to catch up. “You’re so lucky, Mrs. Hampton!” “Mhmm! Your husband has no room for anyone else in his eyes! He even prepared this whole day just for you.” I smiled politely but did not comment. Perhaps they found my lack of reaction boring because, after a while, they stopped with the pleasantries and began to gossip among themselves.

“Because he hurt me, Ryder. He hurt me so much. And yet… yet I still love him.” Ryder was quiet for a long second before he finally spoke. “If you love him and he loves you… then why are you still hesitating?” he asked gently, and I scoffed. “Because don’t you get it?” I choked out a breath. “Love isn’t enough. Love has never been enough.” It will never be enough. Ryder stared at me, stunned, fumbling with his hands like he didn’t know where to place them or what to say. And I… I didn’t have anything else to give right now.

Had she forgotten about her lover? Scarlett lowered her gaze slightly " I will listen to you" A hint of joy that he couldn't hide appeared on Wayne's face. "I have some work to finish. If you're bored, read a book." Scarlett walked over to the bookshelf, but none of the books interested her. She liked reading medical books. But here, it was all business books. "Your books are so boring." Wayne, "..." "And your medical books aren't boring?" Scarlett confidently replied, "Nope, they're fascinating. You'll know if you read them."

For another man. Her father may not be the bestest husband in the planet, but she knew that her father loved her mother dearly. Na kahit pa sa huling hininga nito ay hinahanap-hanap pa rin nito ang ina niya. She had asked her father how and why he still loved her mother that way. His answer baffled her. He said it was because he promised to love her mother until the day he dies. She honestly thought it was bullshit. How can you love someone who was unfaithful to you? Worse, how can you love someone who was not in love with you? "It's happening in a month. And I want you to walk me down the aisle," patuloy nito habang patuloy na nakatuon ang atensiyon nito sa pagkain nito.

"I.. I once had a man I loved and cherished so much. I could do anything just to keep the love we shared." "Okay?" "He was sick and needed money for a kidney transplant. Because of how much I loved him, I emptied my account just so I could gather up the money needed for the transplant. I took a loan from my boss to complete the money, only for me to discover that he wasn't sick and he needed the money to cater for his wife and son he hid in another state." "My God, how did you get to know?" "All thanks to Mr. Ethan, he said he knew that Vincent didn't love me but was only using me to get money."