This contains a collection of short romance stories
Once upon a time in a small town, there were two high school sweethearts, Alex and Riley. They were inseparable, sharing dreams of a future together beyond the boundaries of their close-knit community. As graduation approached, they made promises to attend the same college, believing their love could withstand any distance.
College life began with excitement and new experiences, but as the semesters passed, the couple found themselves pulled in different directions. Alex, with a passion for science, delved into research and spent long hours in the lab. Riley, on the other hand, discovered a love for literature and immersed themselves in the world of words.
Their once-shared dreams started to diverge, and the distance between them widened. Late-night calls turned into sporadic messages, and visits became infrequent. The gap that had formed was not just physical; it was emotional and intellectual.
One day, Alex excitedly shared groundbreaking research findings with Riley, hoping for shared enthusiasm. However, Riley, engrossed in a novel, responded with a distracted acknowledgment. The realization struck both of them – they were growing apart, and their priorities were shifting.
Despite attempts to rekindle the flame, the couple found themselves caught up in the whirlwind of college life. Alex's scientific breakthroughs and Riley's literary accomplishments became their focal points, overshadowing the bond they once shared.
As graduation approached, an unspoken tension lingered between them. The celebration was bittersweet as they stood on the brink of adulthood, facing divergent paths. Unwilling to confront the inevitable, they clung to the familiarity of their past, attending ceremonies and posing for pictures with strained smiles.
Post-graduation, reality hit hard. Job opportunities took them to different cities, and the once-shared dreams were replaced by individual ambitions. Alex secured a position in a prestigious research facility, while Riley pursued a career in publishing.
Their conversations became less frequent, filled with updates on professional achievements rather than shared dreams. The occasional "I miss you" felt like a desperate attempt to salvage what was left. The physical distance had now morphed into an emotional chasm that seemed insurmountable.
Years passed, and both Alex and Riley found success in their respective fields. Yet, a sense of emptiness lingered. They had achieved their goals but lost something irreplaceable along the way – each other.
One fateful day, a chance encounter brought them face to face in their hometown. The familiarity of the surroundings, coupled with the shared memories, stirred a mix of emotions. Awkward conversations ensued, punctuated by long silences that spoke volumes.
Over coffee, they reminisced about their high school days, the dreams they once shared, and the love that seemed unbreakable. As the conversation unfolded, it became evident that the people sitting across from each other were not the same individuals who had fallen in love years ago.
In the quiet acknowledgment of their changed selves, Alex and Riley realized that growing apart was a natural part of life's journey. The love they once shared had evolved into a deep sense of appreciation for the role they played in each other's formative years.
As they parted ways, there was no bitterness, only a quiet acceptance of the ebb and flow of life. Alex and Riley walked away with a newfound understanding – sometimes, growing apart is an essential chapter in the story of love.
In the years that followed their chance encounter, Alex and Riley pursued their separate paths. Each experienced the highs and lows of life, discovering new facets of themselves along the way. They remained connected through occasional messages and virtual exchanges, sharing snippets of their evolving lives.
One day, Alex received an invitation to a scientific conference in a city not far from Riley's current residence. The coincidence struck a chord, and despite the years that had passed, a curiosity about each other's lives lingered. Alex hesitated but eventually decided to reach out, suggesting a meet-up during the conference.
The reunion was filled with both excitement and apprehension. As they stood face to face once again, they couldn't ignore the changes that time had etched on each other's faces. The nervous laughter and awkward smiles were reminiscent of their teenage selves, but this time, the conversation flowed more freely.
Over dinner, they delved into the intricacies of their careers and the experiences that shaped them. The scientific breakthroughs that once captivated Alex were now shared with an underlying humility, while Riley spoke passionately about the novels that had shaped their worldview.
Amidst the exchange of stories, they realized the beauty of growing apart – it allowed them to grow individually, to embrace their unique paths. Yet, the undeniable connection remained, a testament to the depth of the bond they once shared.
As the conference days unfolded, they found themselves exploring the city together, weaving through old streets and stumbling upon familiar landmarks. The laughter returned, genuine and unforced, as they reminisced about the shared moments of their past.
During a quiet moment in a park, surrounded by the gentle rustle of leaves, they confronted the unspoken question lingering between them. "What if?" The words hung in the air, a reflection of the alternate paths that could have been.
With a shared sense of maturity, they acknowledged that the choices they made had shaped their lives in profound ways. The "what if" scenarios were intriguing but held no power over the present. Instead, they chose to focus on the beauty of the shared moment, recognizing the significance of their connection regardless of the romantic path not taken.
The conference marked the end of their time together, but this reunion had redefined their relationship. They parted ways once again, not with the uncertainty of the past but with a newfound clarity and mutual respect.
In the months that followed, Alex and Riley continued their individual journeys, occasionally sharing updates and insights. The occasional meet-ups became a tradition, a celebration of the enduring bond that had withstood the test of time.
Life continued to unfold, presenting challenges and triumphs. Alex achieved groundbreaking advancements in the scientific field, while Riley's novels touched the hearts of readers around the world. Their respective successes became a source of pride for each other, fostering a supportive friendship that transcended the romantic history they once shared.
Years later, as they found themselves standing on the threshold of middle age, Alex and Riley reflected on the remarkable journey that had brought them to this point. The initial heartache of growing apart had transformed into a deep appreciation for the role they played in each other's lives.
In a moment of reflection, they acknowledged that love, in its truest form, was not confined to romantic entanglements. It evolved, matured, and found new expressions in the bonds forged through shared experiences and enduring friendship.
As they looked back on their story, Alex and Riley realized that life had a way of unfolding exactly as it should. The bittersweet chapter of growing apart had paved the way for a richer, more nuanced connection that stood the test of time. And so, with gratitude for the journey they had traveled together, they embraced the present, cherishing the unique bond that had weathered the storms of change and emerged stronger than ever.
In Meadowridge, Sarah learns her lover, Alex, has 64 days to live. They seize each moment, savoring sunsets and laughter. Amid looming farewells, they explore untamed landscapes, documenting love's resilience through art. Alex's optimism becomes contagious, inspiring the town. In their remaining time, they teach others to embrace life's fleeting nature. As the inevitable day nears, Meadowridge celebrates Alex's life—a bittersweet testament to the enduring impact of their love story.
"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
“Do I want a taste?” his voice deeper than he had ever spoken. His eyes pinned on me like I was the only thing that fascinated him. “What do I do?” I thought to myself as he moved closer to me, I wanted to run away, to resist him but I was pinned to the wall by him. “Gosh I hate this man so much” his scent, his body, his beautiful green eyes, he was driving me crazy. I know this is wrong, he has a fiancee and all but that makes me want him even more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs” his cold voice woke me up and then I remembered I was just a maid to him. “Yes master”.
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."