تسجيل الدخولAnastasia Greene Johnson“ Te amo, Annie. (I love you, Annie.)”‘He’ breathed the words low, ‘his’ calloused palm resting against my cheek like something precious he was afraid to drop. “I know all this still feels like standing on ice that hasn’t quite set. It’s alright to be frightened. But hear me out—I’ll never do what that wretched boy did to you. I won’t grind you down the way the others did. Just thinking of them makes my blood boil. You. . . you do believe me, don’t you?” I wanted to answer. I wanted to pour out every ounce of trust I held for ‘him’—more, even, than I held for myself. But the old wounds wouldn’t let me be. Every time my eyes shut, the nightmares about Jake and that whole situation crept back in, dragging me through the same wreckage again and again. My crying split the hush of the school yard wide open. Reading the storm in me, ‘he’ spoke once more, ‘his’ voice soft as a held breath.“Annie, listen to me. . . I understand. I know the fear’s still sitting i
Anastasia Greene Johnson If there was one reason I always wanted to run straight back home from work, rather than going out with my colleagues, it was my little boy. Because my mother’s heart couldn’t bear the thought of leaving my baby alone at home to go out hollering with my crowd, especially because Ruslan also couldn’t stay alone at home for long without me after school. If I was even a minute late, he started panicking and crying even though he would never admit it outright. With a smile on my face, I pressed the door-bell. And within just a fraction of seconds, he opened the door and aggressively hugged my leg.“Mama! I missed you so much!” he squealed. I chuchkled as I scooped him in my arms and went inside the apartment, shutting the door behind me. “Aww. . . I missed you too, honey.” I kissed his forehead and cheeks.“I was gonna call you if you were a little more late.” He whined, making me instantly check the time. Crap. I guess I got a little bit late today, then?
Anastasia Greene Johnson What the heck! Honestly, what the heck?! It was unmistakeably Alexander. Those unreal ocean-blue eyes, those chiseled features carved by the Gods themselves, that beautiful mess of dark brown hair and that perfect athletic physique. . . it really was him. He looked even more handsome in reality than on TV screens. I almost started jumping out of excitement. Brynn laughed behind me. Of course she did! She knew very well that Alexander was my favourite actor.“I guess someone’s having a blast right now.” She teased.“Brynn!” I grabbed her by the arms and whined, “I have to take a selfie with him!”“Of course you do. I see why Mrs. Stanfield didn’t tell us who was visiting. I think she wanted to give you a surprise.” There was no way Mrs. Stanfield would invite a friggin’ celebrity just to make me happy. But then why is an A-class celebrity like Alexander suddenly visiting this restaurant out of all in the whole New York city?! This is still thriving
Anastasia Greene Johnson I was so disgusted when the alarm went off for the third time and the sunlight hit my face. Monday. A darned Monday. Again! My arms messily reached to grab my phone on the bedside table. I barely opened my eyes and turned the alarm off. 5:00 in the morning. I screamed internally. Darn it! The same hectic day again. There were days I wished I could just quit the job whenever I wanted but then I remembered Ruslan’s face. . . every time. I flipped the comforter away, the cold February air leaving me shivering. Dragging myself off the bed reluctantly like every other day, I quickly completed my usual workout routine, pilates and stretches. It left me gasping for air and a bit warm in the coldness of February. After the comforting hot trail of the shower water washed down my sweats and exhaustion, I finally felt a bit motivated to continue with my day. I picked a warm oversized sweatshirt, a pair of faded blue baggy jeans and a crochet scarf that
Anastasia Greene Johnson Charlotte leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous curiosity.“And what about your love-life, Alexander? It seems the world has yet to see you in the company of a significant other, we never saw you ever dating someone.” She inquired, her voice laced with playful intrigue. Alexander shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable, his polished British accent carrying a hint of restraint.“Ah, well, that is. . . rather personal, I’m afraid. Something I’d rather keep to myself.” He replied, his fingers rhythmically drumming the arm of the chair as if to betray his eagerness to escape. It was plain to see that Alexander found the setting unnerving; talk shows were not his preferred milieu, and his presence there was somewhat unusual. Rumours swirled online and in tabloids, chronicling how he consistently declined invitations unless his co-stars accompanied him. This appearance was a rare concession, perhaps encouraged by the monumental success of hi
Welcome to the official, fully revised edition of A Love Once Lost! Before you dive into the journey, please take a moment to read through this author’s note, content advisory, and legal disclosure regarding the history and official distribution of this work.About the Story and Publication History: This book holds a deeply special place in my heart. I first began drafting and creating this concept back in 2019, making it my very first original story. For roughly 6 to 7 years, early drafts and various iterations of this story existed on Wattpad under a different title (Lost Love). Over those years, the plot underwent continuous development—it was edited, rewritten, unpublished, and republished as my craft evolved.Please note the following regarding its background and availability:Previous Availability: It was previously shared on Wattpad purely as an unmonetized draft for free reading.Wattpad Withdrawal: To prepare for a fresh, professionally polished launch, I have completely with







