Untold Love Novels & Stories

I sighed, looking out the window, and observing the moving cars. "So?" I was still looking outside. I didn't know what to say, I didn't think that was the first thing she was going to ask. I was torn between saying "Mum, I was just playing tricks with you" and "Mum, I don't want to get married" I didn't know what to do. How could I tell her that I wasn't interested in love, neither did I believe in it? How could I tell her that the marriage between her and my estranged dad was what made me promise myself not to get married?

I walked back in and left a note for my mom and said sorry, please don’t sell this house it’s all we have left of him. I got into Rona, my brother named it after his favorite beer. I tapped her and said it’s just me and you girl. I went to the store and got a new phone. I went to my bank and closed out my account. I headed to meet Mr. Loove I sat outside his office for an hour. He smiled when he seen me and said Miss Thompson, I was hoping to talk to you today. He looked at my arm and asked if everything was okay? I smiled and said yes, small car accident everyone is fine though. I didn’t know that. I didn’t know how the driver was, my brother wasn’t. I told the doctor and the police everyth

He told her. Sara looked at him. She realized he had never loved her. There was a reason he came back for her and proposed marriage, but immediately after the problems were solved, he abandoned her without informing her. "There they are!" Soldiers pointed at them. Steve held Sara's hand and ran with her. "There is no point running." She stopped to catch her breath. Steve was silent. He informed the guard of their whereabouts earlier. "Then go back home. I will look for a solution for you," He told her.

Ann thought it would make no sense to tell her another lie, "my girl, I am sorry I have to tell you this. I have been barren and sad all my life. It was only after I picked you up from the well, during the first battle between the werewolves and the witches, I found joy. I wondered why a mother would do that to her daughter". Avice could not fight back her tears. "so, you are not my mum? I was left to die in the well when you saved me. That explains why my life is so miserable." She wept. Ann went to console her. "But, how could you have kept this from me for so long?" She replied tearfully, "you were too small to bear the truth, now that you are a bit grown up, I felt there was no reason to

"I wanted to pursue you back then. I even found out where you lived. The next day, I had a sudden mission... I'm sorry. I..." I hugged Joshua tightly, realizing for the first time that people would cry when they were happy too. … Just when Joshua and my lips were about to touch that day, Lina and Jack, who barged in, interrupted us. Outside the coffee shop, Joshua waited at the door to open it for me. I skipped to his side, and we kissed in the bright sunlight. Our fate was rekindled. I heard that my hometown held a fireworks show on my wedding day, burning through all the Jenner family's money and blinding Lina's greedy eyes. However, this small news was easily overshadowed by my wedding to

Love you too. She had six hours to figure out how to tell the man she loved that their someday had just become right now. Ethan arrived at her apartment exactly at seven, as he always did. Punctuality was one of the many things Maya loved about him—he was reliable, steady, the kind of person who showed up when he said he would.

Someone who never even wanted to love me. “I never took it because The Others told me to leave it right where it was until the right time. It just so happened they didn’t need it until now. They only reached back out to me recently, within the last month. I had forgotten all about them after all these years… And honestly, I did fall in love with you. I am still in love with you.” She said and burst out into tears again.

“ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

From hate to love. ~THE END~

Nothing. I move on to the next day. The page is a little burnt on the sides. I try not to imagine what must have happened to the hand that held that diary. 2 July 2010 ‘I don’t know whether my love is shallow or unfounded since we have never talked. But unrequited, untold love is the purest form of love. There is no pretence in that.’