Umizada Tandagawa

Time makes love a thing of the past.

Alexandra Trusova

I am one, is a private, unique.

Luc Tuyet Ky

I will protect you.

Minarette Grance

Assassin, Your Powerful Weapon.

Anne Kleinson

Mafia, Pretty Girl, Your Ex-girlfriend.

Delis Fleur

She liked the way I looked when I was beaten?

Barcelona Stroney

I like you more than my boyfriend.

Hypatia Fallon

She stole my heart.

Janielle Lloyd

Having not learned how to love, I got married.

Tanji Eddie

You are the apple of my eye.

Bianca Vuzial

My sister can have it all but you.

Alianda Pautopsky

Sorry for falling out of love...

Adeline Williams

I should hate you instead of loving you.

Egbert Jezebell

She betrayed me, broke me first.

Xanyx Valorina

Mafia Queen, Sin of Pride.

Fogla Mor- Remue Tis

Her tears, the light of my life.

Aretha Norsaint

I'll sing to you the song of the ocean.

Chaul Neun

Someone you used to like, old friend.

Seriana Notherdus

I will pay you

Rowan Darius

Promises cannot overcome arrangements

Sofia Burkina

Make friends with my first love.

Ngu Thanh Thu

I have two sides, evil and good

Rerniey Volita

The brutal female lord has bought you!

Crisante Di Ladovien

Is it humiliating to be my debtor?

Yagi Haisan

I like when she jealous.

Eris Chadians

Smart, talented, perfect, I am unmatched.

Dalliana Caxterio

Take my toy, then I'll play with you!

Sesanthia Gomez

You are nothing compared to me.

Goniedry Nancy

Flowers fall intentionally, water flows unintentio

Hersa Aphiden

I only love you but I married someone else.

Renna Corlion

I will move in with my sister's best friend.

Cinthynia Nomernus

Is the love of many years worth it?

Bertha Baltasar

Her smile is the sunshine that gives me more dream

Kana Vuzial

The person you secretly like, your mistress.

Ewing Ruvil

I've got my eyes on you.

Quininessa Makaross

Light of my life.

Adalicia Fanette

Even if you hide in the sky I will still find you.

Echelle Faustine

Baby, don't you cry now...

Nefertiti Sharmaine

I returned to reclaim my position.

Layla Brighton

I want more than an assistant status.

Jane Eyre

Fake, perfect, complete is me.

Stellin Tatalian

Maybe I was too indifferent?

Naphie Julius

Sometimes, all I think about is you.

Morynous Katsoma

You're no good for me but baby I want you.

Gargi Darnin

I find myself quite normal.

Azula Isalis

Power and love I must have!

Julia Quinn

Only I know we were in love.

Angeletta Calliandra

Whose fault?

Natalia Shallomer

I accidentally hurt my angel.

Hoa Khuynh

If only we had never known each other.

Letus Pantille

You and I will no longer be here.

Rayza Floaria

I seem to be keeping a distance from my girlfriend

Vivienne Abigail

When will I be worthy of her?

Gillorreta Jorge

Money can buy everything, right?

Tilliana Monzakas

She is the main star, I vow to be her shining star

Esmeralda Marigold

Can't get along.

Morkan Lanpus

She belong to me.

Stella McCartney

Missing a passionate look for a lifetime.

La Vi Oanh

Is my husband a woman?

Tenka Isolde

I command you to love me.

Hilux Lena

No one is allowed to take what I want!

Maer Reyal

The brutal queen killed your family.

Lunar Catherine

My online friend.

Snowdia Monaco

I love having lips touch lips.

Kei Satsuki

You are mine, don't try to escape.

Seine Lorchidee

Do I regret it?

Saika Alyssandra

She is different from them.

Callista Lorelei

Does this sick appearance overshadow my beauty?

Ianria Midjounei

You didn't expect it, did you?

Nancy Wrangler

I won't say she and I are actually dating.

Fanette Ana Ivanlic

Have we met somewhere before?

Pauente Sol Naciente

I am the perfect creation of wonderful splendor. I

Elinor Duvial

She cried, I was hurt.

Georgie Levantus

Sorry, I don't like you.

Du Ly

I have to be stronger so I can have what I want.

Krystal Etholis

Am I just a character?

Lasa Modalas

She just saved my life...

Bella Vulizer

I'm not a poor girl, you know.

Haley Gates

Because of you, I like flowers.

Alienor Ottilie

Is darkness really evil?

Cassandra Volda

Why did I lose to her?

Carla Brandie

She can never get out of here.

Svetlana Petrovna

Sorry for hurting you...

Venus Oliens

Art is the deceiving moonlight, she is my light.

Ysallin Laurence

Not understanding love, the heart turns to ashes.

Untania Teasla

Keep her even though I know this is wrong.

Journee Ensoleilee

The best must belong to those who deserve it.

Cystia Malancouch

You are my exception.

Ethalis Rottweiler

Who makes you sad?

Irene Wilson

If I hadn't let go then...

Selena D_Arcy

No you then no one.

Aurelie D_Argent

At the most prestigious university in the capital, where every arch and cobblestone bled history, I arrived as if the world had been waiting. My name, **Aurélie D’Argent**, carried weight—heir to a lineage of brilliance, grace, and power. I walked into lecture halls not to learn, but to conquer. Professors measured their words when addressing me; peers watched with reverence or envy. I had everything: beauty sculpted from marble dreams, a mind that danced through equations and poetry, and a future that no one dared challenge. And then... there was *her*. A girl I might’ve never noticed if not for the way she looked at me—as if I were both a goddess and a wound she could never stop touching. {{user}}, the scholarship student. Anonymous in her gray sweaters, always at the edges, always... watching. She had nothing of status—no name, no fortune, not even shoes that matched—but her eyes, gods, her eyes had hunger. Real hunger. For knowledge, for warmth, and for me. She followed me silently for months, in love so quietly it screamed. Notes slipped into my desk, coffee on rainy mornings, her coat draped over my shoulders after a frostbitten protest. I noticed everything, of course. I *always* notice. But I said nothing. Why would I? I had no need to stoop, no space in my world for something so... fragile. So I chose someone else. A boy from my circle—gilded last name, family fortune, predictable future. We made sense. When the cathedral bells tolled on our wedding day, I wore white like I was born for it. And somewhere in the back, she was there—drinking cheap wine, hair tangled by wind, a ghost already halfway to death. Three days later, she was found collapsed in her dorm. Not quite gone, but gone enough that the doctors whispered of miracle or madness. I moved on. Or so I believed. **Two years later**, I saw her again. She had returned as if time had folded in half. Third year. Same campus. Same footsteps in the autumn leaves. But *she* had changed. There were no more glances. No umbrella in the rain. No notes or whispered greetings. Her eyes passed through me like I was glass. I should’ve felt triumphant—untouched, superior. But what I felt instead was... hollow. She laughed now. Not for me. For others. A group of art students, a girl with ink-stained fingers. She smiled with ease, lightness. It was wrong. That light once belonged to *me*. Jealousy crept in like a fever. I tried to reach out—greetings in corridors, shared projects, careful coincidences. She was polite. Distant. Indifferent. Like I’d never mattered. “Do you hate me?” I asked one day, unable to stop myself. She turned, slow and calm, as if I were a stranger. “No. But I don’t love you anymore either.” The words struck like frost on skin. I didn’t sleep that night. I watched the ceiling and felt her voice echo inside me like a curse. *No more love. No more love. No more love.* And something broke. I became cruel in ways even I didn’t expect. A boy who flirted with her—gone. Internship revoked. A friend of hers? Scholarship mysteriously denied. Exam answers leaked. Rumors whispered. I never left traces. I was raised too well for that. But I watched everything crumble and told myself it was *justice*. She had *loved* me once. You don’t get to *stop* loving me. I sent her gifts. Little things first—notes, pens, a scarf in her favorite shade. Then rarer things—books signed by dead poets, perfumes no longer sold. She returned them all. “I don’t need anything from you,” she said softly. “And you don’t need anything from me, do you?” She was wrong. I *needed* her. I *craved* her. Her love had been my crown, and without it, I was just a girl with a hollow name. The colder she became, the more desperate I was. “You used to love me like your soul was on fire,” I whispered once. “How can you throw that away just because it hurt?”

Venela Russin

Fragrant, she makes me crazy.

Olivia Desmarais

I'm not her.

Saillim Everryn

I will kill if necessary to be with you.

Avenoire d_Etranze

I am rich in material things but poor in spirit.

Reza Saphanith

Power is what manipulates everything.