the mechanics of love

The love song is a romantic love story that is as beautiful as a dream but filled with tears and pain. The love between Thang Vu and Thi San naturally blossomed and grew day by day when she left the poor village to work as a maid for his family. However, the most beautiful things in life are always the most fragile...

River Davis was a confident girl with shy tendencies, who wanted to enjoy her last summer before going to college at Princeton in the fall. Jace Durand a young artist on the rise from London, at the age of 19, didn’t know what hit him when he saw the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Love and happiness is all they knew for three long months, until a plane crash and 4 years apart changed everything.

"Jump Isabelle" The voice commanded in her head "Jump" Tears trickle down Isabelle cheek as she stood on top of the parapet of the building "Jump" one move, one step and she was flying... falling to her death. Isabelle never took a glance at the sunsets because she always believe there's a storm after twilight,her parents were gone... taken,waiting to catch a glimpse of her parents she'd stayed still listening to everything and everyone. "Go get them,get them" the children danced ,free in their own world. "Go get them,get them" The children all waiting for their loved ones sang joyfully as the airplane descend. "Go get the,get them" They screamed,the airplane blowed up,and her nightmares started then, the hope dashing away without a ray of light to save it. "The death certificate was with you all along,why did you lie?" Isabelle mutter,staring straight into the eyes of the only man she'd ever trusted,the only man she'd ruined with her one single decision "why?" "I'll never let you go" "I'm in love with Ian not you" Isabelle move to the door "not you Xander" She'd dragged everyone into her own web of lies,the sister she'd vowed to died in front of her while the one she was link with By blood is slowly becoming an addict in front of her,a serial killer bent on destroying on her was slowly getting a way into her family,how will she conquer all the tribulations right in front of her?when will she open her curtains to look at the sunset. "Jump" Isabelle head hit the ground and everything vanished underneath her.

Sometimes our feelings cannot speak, but our actions did. We express it through actions, but what if that someone you love does not feel the same way? Are you still going to pursue your feelings? even though you didn't meet his/her standards? Do you ever experience this so-called unspoken love? Are you strong enough to say those three words even if that someone rejects you?

On the night of my 30th birthday, I waited until the early hours of the morning, but my husband, Theodore Hawk never showed up. Instead, I came across an Instagram post from his childhood sweetheart, Emily Gallagher. [What romantic is not the starry night, it is having you by my side.] In the picture, she was wearing a delicate, sky-blue camisole that revealed just enough to charm and seduce. A man stood close behind her, his hand firmly gripping her waist. The scene was set in the seaside villa that Theodore had gifted her, their figures intimately entwined under the soft glow of the night. Someone had commented beneath the post: [I can’t stand you two being this lovey-dovey all the time! Just get married already!] Emily had responded with a shy-face emoji. I had just liked the post when Theodore, who I had failed to reach all night, blew up my phone with calls. "Are you out of your mind, Camilla? Emi and I grew up together! If we wanted to be together, we would’ve done so long ago! Why are you being so petty?" Looking at how Theodore gently held her in his arms, comforting her, I realized something. Letting go of someone you’ve loved for seven years... can take only a moment.

He rejected her when she didn't know what he meant to her. He left her when she needed him the most. He left her broken and alone in the claws of this cruel world. But now he’s back to claim what’s his. Will she accept him now? Read story to find out about his REJECTED LOVE…. My mate. So weak. So pathetic. I have a weak and pathetic mate. He thought as he looked at her with disgust and displeasure in his eyes. Just like me, when I was human. She is a human! I don't want a mate. I don't want a weak and pathetic mate! She can't fix me! She's nothing! Screw this! His thoughts were going berserk with the rushing flashes of his past. He tucked his hand roughly through his hair in an unsuccessful attempt to stop the replay of those horrible evocations. He laid her on the small grass patch at the side of the deserted road. She was half-conscious, so she could hear him. "Hey!" He said, jerking her pale face gently. Blood was covering half of her face but she was still looking beautiful in the moonlight. The sparks weren’t going unnoticed as he reminded himself that it was just the mate-bond. He was determined in his decision and he wasn’t going to change it. The girl opened her eyes slightly and with that, he did what he thought was right at that time. "I, Kane Wilson, reject you as my mate!" He said, with all the strength he could have mustered in his miserable state of emotions and with that, he left her there, feeling extreme pain in his heart. But he pushed that pain aside and ran from there at his maximum inhuman speed. Away from her!

Amy is a girl who has just graduated from school. She is humble and simple. In addition to being very inocent, after having won a scholarship to study at a prestigious university, she has to move leaving her parents and Friends behind for a house of studies. She stays in another city, but she never imagined what awaits her in this New life...

Maaz Naqvi, is the COO of the Naqvi Industries and also a billionaire. Unlike the other arrogant billionaires, Maaz is a sweet , loving and humble person. He puts up a smile in every situation, be it his brother or father insulting him for no reason or his love Haya, hating and hurting him. Haya Qadir, an orphan who tries to act brave and bold but is faint-hearted. Haya hates the billionaires as she thinks all of them are the same arrogant and rude and also rub money on other's faces. Haya expected Maaz to be the same but he was different from the others , which she did not expect . Their first meeting was very unpleasant even though they met each other multiple times. One misunderstanding creates immense hatred for Maaz in Haya's heart and for some reason the down to earth billionaire turns into an ignorant and workaholic person. _____________________________ An original content by queenfuzzie. Other than GoodNovel this book is published on Wattpad and Booknet. World count-N/A

Losing my family, best friend, best friends family and fiancee all in one day was hard. Being called back to deal with a family issue seems almost impossible. They all still don't know what really happened a and I wonder what they will say when they realize they accused me of nothing and do I really care. This story is dedicated to Justin Blaine Lacewell and Floyd Lacewell. I love you cuz and wish you were still here with us. Uncle Floyd, you fought a good fight and I will miss all your stories.

"You think you know hate, Avery?" His voice a dangerous rumble that seemed to roll straight through me. "Hate is easy. It’s the love that complicates everything." "Love? Don't talk to me about love. You wouldn't recognize it if it clawed its way into your heart." Liam's expression darkened, "And whose fault is that, remind me? You destroyed every ounce of it." My eyes filled with tears instantly, my voice so thick, it hurt my throat as the words came out. "And you made me pay for it, in the most horrible way. A person who loved a girl with his whole heart would never be able to do what you've done, what you've allowed to happen. That's why I hate you, because you never loved me, or else you couldn't do all this to me." His eyes sparked with anger "You have no idea what you're talking about." "Maybe I do, maybe I don't," I shot back bitterly, "But it seems like the only thing you're good at is pretending. Pretending to care, pretending to love—" "That's enough!" his voice boomed. "You want to see how real my feelings are? I should teach you a lesson on underestimating them." I tilted my chin up in defiance "Go on then, teach me." The next moment was a blur of motion as he closed the distance between us. His hands gripped my face, not gentle but not cruel—a fervent, desperate hold. His lips met mine in an intense, raw kiss, fueled by anger and deep, relentless desire. The kiss was punishing, his mouth moving against mine with a fierce urgency that left no room for doubts or second thoughts. As he pulled back, his eyes bore into mine, challenging, questioning, daring me to deny what lay between us.