How Does Comfort Cope With Loss In 'Each Little Bird That Sings'?

There is no Prince Charming in my world. Only beasts who claw and fight their way through the masses to get to the top. I was always told that I was a prize. A treasure to be cherished. My lineage was a desired treasure, a prize worth spilling blood for. Many would stop at nothing to claim the honour of being the one to leave their mark upon me, to impregnate me and forever intertwine our fates. A child born from me would possess a level of power that surpasses anything they have ever experienced or witnessed. I could never fully comprehend it until Ace Ripley came into my life revealing secrets that would forever alter my way of life. He was a man whom I believed to be our sworn enemy and when he takes my virginity, that's when everything changes and this brutal, ruthless man decides that he wants to keep me for himself. His to worship. His to pleasure. His to corrupt. Even if that means going to war with his best friend. My father. --- "She is mine, Nathanial. If you want to keep up this bullshit engagement to my son for her, fine. But come Saturday, I will be the one putting my ring on her finger. I'll be the one who gives you grandchildren, and it will be my name she takes. I will also protect her from everything and anything in this life that tries to fuck with her or hurt her. You've been warned, now you need to accept that is happening and there is no way in hell I am backing down from this.”

Olivia Tate never dreamed her ife would be sold to the highest bidder. When her father's company crumbles. she's forced into a marriage with the cold, ruthless billionaire, Nuel Wilson. But what begins as a loveless arrangement spirals into a dangerous triangle when Olivia falls for the one man she shouldn't- -Ethan, her husband's driver. Between a husband who sees her as property, a lover she cannot have, and a vengeful ex determined to destroy her, Olivia's world becomes a gilded prison. And the deeper she falls, the higher the cost of escape.

She felt like a caged bird. A bird that was meant to fly the high, blue skies, but was trapped like a prized possession for her master to impress others with. Ava is the daughter of a very powerful man in the underworld. Her blood, her family name makes her a tool for others to gain more power. Greedy men want her for her name, not for who she is. Being locked up all her life in her father's house makes her naïve and ignorant of the outside world. Meaning the greedy men have an easy game to play.

My sister, Cherry Nicholson, called me nine times before she jumped into the sea. But I didn't pick up once. Now everyone says it's my fault she's gone—even my fiance, my Alpha mate—Samuel Carver. He used to stay by my side through every painful treatment for my wolfsbane fever. Now, he shoves me to the ground like I'm nothing. His once gentle face is now twisted with contempt as he looks down on me and warns, "You don't deserve to be happy!" And truth be told, it isn't just them who believe that. Even I do. Since then, I've stopped going out, stopped dressing up, and stopped meeting anyone's eyes. Even when I run into Samuel holding hands with another she-wolf, I lower my head and walk past silently. But when the wolfsbane fever comes back, I drown in agony and despair. I decide to give my life to atone for what happened to Cherry. That's when they all start to regret it.

Everyone has some kind of fear. Some people have fear of death, some have fear of life and many other fears people do have but Emma has fear of loss. When she is in love. She can think of nothing else..... and she is terrified. She can do whatever it takes to stay away from relationships. She is convinced that she must remove her fear or stay with that fear in her whole life.

“Ma’am, there’s no marriage record between you and Mr. Mark Henderson in the system.” My fingers tightened around the pregnancy report as my legs nearly gave out beneath me. Five years ago, Mark was recruited by a top law firm abroad with a high-paying offer. Without hesitation, I followed him across the ocean. He had told me, “Once I’m settled, I’ll take care of your status.” However, five years had passed, and my lawful permanent residence was still “in process.” Meanwhile, his assistant, Tonya Irving, who followed him abroad, had secured hers under his sponsorship. Back then, I made a scene, insisting on a divorce so I could return home. For the first time, the ever-composed Mark, an attorney, lost his calm. He grabbed my hand and said, “Tonya’s all alone out here, and it hasn’t been easy for her. Helping her is just the right thing to do. You’re my wife. Your status is only a matter of time. My work is sensitive right now, and I need to avoid any complications. You understand, don’t you?” But I had understood him for five whole years. My phone suddenly rang. Mark’s voice came through, light with laughter. “Tonya’s permanent residence was approved today. We’re celebrating tonight. I need you to get home early and cook up a feast.” I stared at the marriage license in my hand—now nothing more than a worthless piece of paper. A cold chill spread down my spine. As it turned out, I was never his legal wife. I had no legal status and no protection, much less rights secured for the child I was carrying. After hanging up, I scheduled an abortion and booked the earliest flight home. This time, I wouldn’t look back.