Your Love Came Too Late Novel Novels & Stories

A single tear slipped from the corner of my eye and fell onto the withered petals. In the end, Julia and I had nothing left but a love that bloomed too briefly and faded too soon. The End.

We had been deeply in love, full of excitement for the future we planned to build together. But lately it seemed as if obstacles kept appearing everywhere. The rumors online. The Seattle project pause. Our struggle to conceive a child. It felt like the universe had decided to test every part of our marriage at once. A strange thought crossed my mind. ‘Maybe I am the problem. Maybe my bad luck had followed me into Alexander’s life.’ The thought made my chest ache. Later that night we finally went to bed. I had fallen asleep quickly from exhaustion, but sometime after midnight I felt Alexander’s hand sliding gently along my arm.

I heard a gunshot, and the man fell right next to me as blood slowly spread across his chest. Stefan was standing at the door, placing his gun back into its holster. His expression was cold when he took off his coat and flung it at me. "Places like these are dirty." It was only later that I found out he had busted the casino, and that I had been taken as a trophy for his victory. Stefan told me that he fell in love with me at first sight because of my eyes. I believed him and thanked God for blessing me with my eyes. However, I later realized they were also a curse because I had to watch him turn away from me, time after time, through them.

Wondering how those two will bump into each other? Well, you’re more than welcome to join them on their journey… from hate to love. Thank you for reading, for believing, and for staying with me until the very end. Until we meet again in “To Love My Enemy Husband”. With all my love and gratitude, Diti Koshy P.S. Feel free to check out my other works—especially Impregnated by the Billionaire (complete) and Madam Billionaire (complete), whose sequel is also coming soon. Thank you for your time, guys. Love you loads.

“Maybe I just needed time to say it.” His hand slid to the back of my neck. “You don’t ever have to force it with me, Iris.” “I know,” I whispered. “That’s what makes it real.” He kissed me again, slowly this time. It was not hungry or desperate, but steady and tender. When we pulled apart, I could still feel his breath against my lips. “Say it again,” Rowan murmured, his voice low and pleading. “Please.” My cheeks warmed. “I love you,” I said softly. “More than I ever thought I could love anyone again.”

After the fucking intense session he finally creamed her inside with his thick warm cum while she kept jumping her hips on his cum squirting dick milking every last drop and then came her orgasm with a loud moan and with that she flopped on his chest and fell asleep. From that day she never had to pay full rent in cash. [THE END] ******** Quote of The Day: "Every Woman Deserves A Man Who Loves To Eat Her Out" ******** Author Says: Hi Readers, Don't be shy and rate this novel to rank higher on GoodNovel. I'm working on my next series so till then enjoy my little short stories. Stay tuned and if you haven't bookmarked yet. Do it now! I really love to hear your thoughts so, please comment or Jo

“Okay sis, I gotta go but I’ll talk to you soon. I love you.” “I love you too, Gage.” We hang up and I go straight to bed. I don’t bother changing my clothes. I wake up long enough the next two days to eat something and shower and change into a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie. On the third day, the day I leave, I call him one more time. “Hi, Jace, I promise this is the last time you’ll hear from me. I don’t want to ruin your happiness. I just wanted to let you know I’m going home today. I love you, forever. Bye.”

"Before he died, Joshua sent everyone away. He stayed alone in this empty room until the end." He looked at her and asked slowly, "Tell me, Samantha. What do you think people think about in the final moment of their lives?" Tears welled up in Samantha's eyes as her hands nervously moved through her hair. She finally remembered that last moment. The moment I called her. The moment I told her I was cold and begged her to come home and hold me. All I had hoped for was just one final hug, even at that moment. But what had she been doing? She was in bed with her lover and had spoken to me harshly.

The writing was childish and almost laughable, full of shallow regrets and empty promises that did nothing to move me. It was not the only one. After quickly counting them, I realized she had written ninety-nine different letters. Every single one began with the phrase, 'I'm sorry.' One of the letters read, 'Caleb, when you were pursuing me, you wrote me ninety-nine love letters. I actually read every single one carefully, and I remember everything you wrote. 'I was just too proud back then. I didn't want you to win me over so easily, so I pretended to be impatient with you. But the truth is, I liked you from the very beginning.

The alcohol, the regret, the loneliness. Everything hit me at once. My chest hurt. My throat burned. And before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face. I buried my face in my hands and cried. Anika had loved me. Really loved me. And I had destroyed that love with my own hands. Tomorrow was the final day. Seven days would be over. If I let her leave, she would run straight back into Liam's arms. A cold feeling settled deep inside my chest. Tomorrow would decide everything.