When Love Lets Go Novels & Stories

"Luckily, he died here instead of escaping. Let's go back. Break the legs of everyone else in the compound. We absolutely can't let them get away." The young man pursed his lips. "We'd broken everyone else's legs a long time ago. Only Amelia was so infatuated with this bastard that she didn't do it. That's how he got his chance to escape." "Now that he's dead, she's lost a few million dollars. She's probably furious," another man said. "She brought it on herself. That's what she gets for being blinded by love," someone added. The men chatted casually as they slowly dispersed.

To carry the lessons from our love without letting it define my future. Letting go doesn’t mean forgetting. It means choosing myself after everything. And for the first time in a long time, that feels like the right decision.

Adrian and his wife, tangled up in the mob and street fights, ended up in the slammer, too. Every last person who had ever pushed me around got what was coming to them. Three months later... I stepped out of the courthouse, divorce papers in hand, into the warm embrace of the morning sun. There, by the curb, sat a cherry-red convertible. Yara was there, too, cool as ever in her shades. She offered me a cup of milk tea. "Cheers to your freedom," she said. I grinned, took a hearty swig of the tea, and felt the cool sweetness wash over me.

Hayes asked. Lucas laughed. “Ella loves me too much. She’s going to forget all about this. There’s no one else she would marry. All I need you to do is go to Ella in the morning and tell her I can’t make it to the wedding because there’s an emergency with the business. Tell her I had to fly to Europe.” Hayes didn’t argue. He just nodded, defeated silence hanging between them. Lucas continued. “Ella is so gullible. She loves me too much to ever let me go, no matter what I do.”

My parents died when I was young, so I grew up by my aunt’s side. What she did not know was that I had been secretly dating her best friend, Yvette, for three years. One night, after Yvette had too much to drink, she looked at me with her hazy eyes. “You should be with someone closer to your own age. How about I find someone for you?” I looked at her deeply and nodded. “Sure.” In my previous life, I refused. I even bravely proclaimed to the entire world that I loved her. Under pressure from her family, Yvette had no choice but to marry me. However, after we were married, she became almost completely indifferent toward me. Even on the day I underwent a heart transplant, Yvette was off s

Once again, I had an episode. My best friend rushed forward and snatched the knife from my hand, her face twisted with resentment. "How long are you going to keep this up? You think you can act however you want just because you have depression? No wonder Nolan left you!" I froze. My best friend, however, looked relieved. "I should have told you sooner. Nolan specifically asked me to stay with you today because he was afraid you'd try to ruin his wedding to Evelyn." She blocked the doorway, looking self-righteous. "Let me make this clear. Even if you cut your wrists and died right here today, you still can't keep trying to come between them. So what if you once helped Nolan? After all t

I used to be a renowned reporter at the height of my career, but I gave it up to become a stay-at-home dad so I could support my wife, Sarah, in her rising career as a news anchor. Things went downhill fast after our daughter was born. Sarah constantly forgot to pick up formula and neglected our baby, and I kept finding evidence of her ongoing affair with her colleague, Mark. When I went back to the station to apply for my old job, Mark went out of his way to humiliate me. Even when our daughter ended up in the emergency room, Mark did everything he could to make things difficult for us. That was the last straw, and I decided to strike back. During a live broadcast, I exposed their affair

On the day of our graduation trip, my girlfriend suddenly went silent for half an hour. I didn't hear from her until just before I went through security. "Nicholas, you go ahead and board. Blake and I got upgraded to first class at the last minute. You know his back isn't great. He'll be uncomfortable in economy." Blake Walker was my younger brother in name, and every trip was the same. Whether we flew or took the train, Tiffany Spencer always made sure he got a first-class or business-class seat, while I was left squeezed into economy or a regular train seat. Even our carefully planned trip to the northern coast had been changed to a beach resort in the south simply because Blake casua

"A competitive and insecure woman will tell you that “true love” is never giving up on someone you're in love with. A confident and spiritual woman knows that “moving on” doesn't mean you never loved someone. She realizes that letting go is what God needs her to do because both your happiness and hers requires taking different journeys for spiritual growth. Letting go is sometimes the hardest thing, but it is the most “real love” you will ever experience." Shannon L. Alder Keenan's POV

A tear successfully left my eye as I sway with my arms around Alaric's clothes. What is love? Is it having the ability to hold and let go of the person you care so dearly so he could live? But letting go is like choosing between breathing and holding your breath under the water. If I could just hold him once more–feel the warmth underneath his ice-cold exterior. Yes, I'm aware of what I'm doing but for a moment I let myself believe that I and Alaric are possible. That I'm not a princess and he's not a cold-blooded killer or whatever he is.