Novel & Cerita My Love Never Came

’ he dramatically thought. “Just-t, take i-it okay? You don't have any idea how I got to know your favorite just for you.” He said but Joseff didn't hear it all. It’s too fast and sounds too little, so how could he? Though he really likes cheesecake, he’s no fan of stick-o so why did this guy give it to him? “You’re weird,” Joseff said and Pedro cann’t stop smiling because finally, he is having a conversation with Joseff. The thing that almost every student in their room envied a lot. Because for the record, Joseff is talking with someone.

I answered him and examined his face. I suddenly felt nervous after he kissed my nose. If only he hadn't given up on me before, we wouldn't have gotten into this situation. I would not have gone home to the Philippines to investigate the man I once loved so much. "Let's just see how far your arrogance will go Allyson, because I'll make sure you don't get accepted here." he said and left me and went inside. I can't forget this sudden kiss on my nose. I promised myself that I would never be fool to someone like him again, because I didn't know if I would be able to get up when what happened before happened again. I just went back to trance when someone spoke behind me.

Nothing more. Contract expired. We were done. I said all of this out loud—calmly, clearly—and watched Ethan's face go through shock, then disbelief, then something that looked almost like pain. "You're saying... you never loved me?" His voice cracked. "Not once?" His pine scent turned sharp, almost bitter. The air felt thick with it, pressing against my skin. I nodded. "Never." That brief flicker of attraction I'd felt once—it had come too late and disappeared too fast to matter.

My body trembled—not with fear, but with something far more overwhelming. He drew a response from me effortlessly, my body clenching at his command. A wave of pure bliss crashed over me, my legs shaking as I was carried over the edge. "Oh my God, you're beautiful," he murmured softly from below. Beautiful? Because of my scars, no one had ever loved me—not truly. Not before. I arched instinctively as his fingers continued to explore me, another involuntary sound slipping free. Realizing how it must sound, I bit down on my lip, trying to silence myself.

Love. END

"I have no parents, no power, no wealth. The most precious thing I have is my love for Atlas. But how can I give that to you?" Ember let out a bitter laugh, feeling somewhat pitiful. "Jump from a building six days from now. I will take your love for Atlas and all your memories of him. Then, you'll begin a new life." Ember closed her eyes as flashes of her past with Atlas played like a montage before her. "Atlas, I'm letting you go now," she thought to herself. Finally, she nodded. "I accept." … On the sixth day, an employee from the Ferguson residence came to Ember's hospital room to ask if there was anything else she wanted to take with her.

Years ago, she had stood outside the boys’ dorm all night in the pouring rain while waiting for Shane. She remembered clearly how hard it rained that night. She stood there in the storm with a guitar she had carefully chosen for Shane. The rain soaked her thin shirt and drenched her face. She fainted before Shane showed up. After that, she told herself it was not the end of the world. Loving someone who did not love her back was not the worst thing that could happen. Just as she decided to give up, Shane finally gave in. He said he would give their relationship a try. That was how she finally got the man she had wanted for so long.

She was fearing the unknown. “I told her straight, I told her how wonderful, beautifully smart you are. How caring and kind and I told her I was going to marry you one day. There is no way in hell I’m letting you out of my life.” Emma gripped Robert’s Hand tighter the tears flowing down her face. Robert said that about her. He loved her that much, her heart swelled knowing she felt the same way. “I grabbed my coat, Don’t know why I grabbed my coat its already warm outside and I left, didn’t pick up my mobile or anything, just left. Walked for a little then came here. Robert looked up, stroking the tears away from her cheeks “Why are you crying sweetie?” Cupping her face in his hands. God, he

‎ ‎Because love—true, fierce, chosen love—never does. ‎ ‎