Your Love Came Too Late Novel Novels & Stories

He clamped his palms on his mouth, so to keep his sobs quiet. //--She just told me how she felt. Why did she not tell me this earlier? I guess it is easier when time has run out. I guess it is better late than never. I never had a woman love me this much. Is this how something too good to be true feels? Just when it is all going so well, there has to be a quick end. Does she really have to go? Can she not stay a little bit longer? Like ten years… Fifty years… Forever?--//

“Because I want out. It’s over.” Mia’s hands shook. She pressed one against her chest, the other against her stomach. This—this empty apartment, these sterile papers, this cold man—was all that remained. The life she thought she had, the man she thought she knew, had vanished. “You’ve been… indifferent for months,” she said. Her voice barely more than a whisper. “I thought… I thought maybe… I was wrong. Maybe I was just overthinking it. And now?” “You weren’t wrong,” he said. A shrug, a tilt of his head. “Just too late.”

"No, no… That's not true. I love this child. How could I not love him? He was our child. He was born from the precious bond between you and me. He was one of a kind to me. How could you bear to let him go?" I forced myself to sit up against the headboard. With a voice as cold as ice, I shattered Henry's last illusion. "To a man like you, nothing is one of a kind, not even your ridiculous idea of love."

"Diana… you can be angry with me, but don't say things like that. Don't you remember everything we've been through? I want to marry you, to make it up to you, to take care of you, because I believe we love each other. I—" My voice rose, sharp and hard. "Who said we love each other? Callum, yes—I used to feel something more than sisterly affection for you. But you were in love with someone else. And now? Now I feel nothing for you. You say you love me—so what? What makes you think I want it?"

Suddenly, Henry hugged me tightly and said, "Yvonne, don't go. Give me another chance. I will love you, I will treat you well. There is no Melvin, we can love each other, and we can be happy together..." With all my strength, I pushed him away forcefully and said, "We can never be happy!" In the past, I had always chosen to be with the one I loved, without hesitation. Now, I had awakened to the fact that I also deserved to be loved. I wanted Melvin. No matter how hard Henry tried to persuade me, I left decisively.

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"The air here is polluted. I get sick just smelling it." I looked at Claude one last time. He stood in the shadow of the reeds, like a Rogue abandoned by the entire world. I turned away without hesitation. "Okay, let's go home." … Three months later, the first snow blanketed the entire pack. Claude sat in the council hall, staring blankly at Heather's photo. Victoria's framing of Heather had unraveled a series of other incidents, including the revelation that it was her idea to sell Heather to Colbin.

How have you all been? Sorry the story took longer than expected. It's just life doing its thing. As you can see I've been trying to hold on for a while. It hasn't been easy. But as we near the end of this novel, expect more from LOVE ABOVE STORY moving forward. We love you, and we value your stay. Roses for women. Hugs to men. ^^

Chapter 1 Prologue "Eat me tonight, baby" Theola moaned when she was creased in with pleasure from every side. Rolf kissed every part of her body with the utmost desire to eat her whole. He did this till he got down and fondled her mini stick. She let out a louder moan. He continued to do so until she begged him not to cease. He then rose to her ovals and fondled them masterfully. Theola was all in need of him at that moment. "I want to feel you inside, Rolf". He then plugged in his huge rod and they both rode at a steady pace. She held his hand to her neck.

"I left my world, my family, my kind to be with the love of my life, I thought all I needed was love, I never knew love is not enough. Betrayal is real in the journey of love. I love dan, I gave him my heart, but he betrayed me, he chose his kind over me, he believed in their words over me. It hurts, seeing who I abandoned my kind for, couldn't abandon his for me. It felt like a dagger was struck into my heart when he looked into my eyes and called me evil, just like her kind. I have nothing left for me in the human world again, I'm going back to my world. My love failed," Tears pricked up from Jeanne's eyes as she read the epilogue of the novel in her hands, she just finished reading ''MY L