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Now, here I was, offering him the very thing he had wanted, but he was gone. "Pull yourself together," my inner wolf growled, a voice of raw instinct cutting through the panic. My life felt like an endless cycle of suffering. This marriage had been a means to an end for Eveline, a cruel way for her to secure her own happiness with Alpha Jerry. The thought of my sister's malicious smile made me shake and sweat. "Eveline will burn me alive," I thought, the terror of her wrath eclipsing even my grief.

Every second of agony was a choice he made, deliberate and cold, while his wolf howled somewhere behind his eyes and he ignored it. I close my own eyes and reach for the bond. There's nothing there. Of course there's nothing. He severed it weeks ago, ripped it out like pulling a rotten tooth, leaving behind a wound that hasn't stopped bleeding. I remember the moment it happened. I was in this same cell, chained to this same wall, and suddenly I felt empty. Hollowed out. Like someone had reached into my chest and scooped out everything warm. The pack said I should be grateful. A severed bond means freedom. Means he can't command me anymore, can't feel my emotions, can't track me through the tether that once tied my soul to his.

They cleared the way for me as I passed them and headed up to my room, or rather our room. I had never felt so insulted in my life, cooking was one of my favorite things to do. I cooked when I was happy, when I was sad, when I was angry. I was fricking boiling with anger at the moment but I couldn't even cook. I lay on the bed and brought out my eBook reader trying to release my anger with some romance between fictional characters. Oh, what I wouldn't give to be a character in a book. I wouldn't be the main character, I would be the sidekick, the best friend who made all the jokes and was just there to support the female lead. I envied the sidekick, she was so stressfree and didn't have any problems

*Winter* I felt as if I had stepped into a scene straight out of a whimsical film—a cozy coffee shop, warm and inviting, with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifting through the air like an old friend. The soft glow of fairy lights created a gentle ambiance that contrasted with the flurry of emotions inside me—anticipation, excitement, and a healthy dose of anxiety. It was just Aaron and me in what seemed like a safe little world, separate from the village's curious eyes.

Then, I packed my bags and turned off my phone. Without looking back, I boarded my flight. Some people were only meant to pass through our lives. If I loved the wrong person, I would be brave enough to let go. I would walk forward, knowing that every road has an end. But I must admit, I was also looking forward to it. "Christopher, I ran away from the wedding too. Aren't you surprised?" I murmured. … During my three years in Belvaria, I immersed myself in academia and secured an assistant professor position.

I just sighed heavily. I also went upstairs to read. I really like reading some novels especially Romance genre. It feels real and my imagination is really working when I'm reading those scenes that I like. I imagined that I am the main character and wished that I have a happy ending with my partner. But most especially, the lessons of life.

Noah then asked, "Do you remember when their behavior started to change?" I thought about it carefully. Willow began acting strangely when the crabapple blossoms bloomed, which was right at the start of the semester. As for Jean, her warm and enthusiastic attitude became cold and fearful in the span of a single lunch break. Noah seemed to latch onto something. "What were you doing when the crabapple blossoms started blooming? Did you do anything unusual?" I thought back and replied, "Well, I dragged Jean and Ramona to the grove to see the crabapple blossoms. Does that count?"

And he felt, maybe his previous love will forgive him if it is Sanvika. So he opened the book and looked at the flower. The wind brushed through making it look like the flower will blow off any moment. He took a minute and held the book up the wind. A strong wind blew the flower off. They watched as the wind carried it to the edge of the water. A wave washed it into the sea… A silent moment.

Hope you like Seraphina's pov and inner thoughts. Ps which brother do you hate the most? And once again my main male leads are usually twisted and down to earth rude (like in my other books too). So this slow-burn romance would be spicy but dark and not to forget she is an assassin so she has killed various people. (Keep that in mind) Also do you want romance or do you want me to focus only on the relationship between her brothers? Drop your thoughts, below. Like, comment and follow. xoxo.

No, the was only the soft breathing of deep sleep from upstairs and the shallow gasps of our housekeeper weeping silently-she must be getting soft in her old age-and the slow swing of something heavy through the air. Swish. Swish. Had someone left a window open, it was coming from our small library, my favourite room in the whole house. Or maybe father had finally managed to fix the grandfather clock that had been sitting in the room for as long as I can remember. I decided on see the library one last time before the slaughter continued. Perhaps I’d even keep my favourite book of poems, a reminder of where I’d come from and what had been done to me by the people I thought I could trust, by the people who said they loved me.

I huddled in the corner, trying to cover my nose and mouth with my clothes. Unfortunately, the lights flicked on, and the entire house exploded. I was thrown several meters and my body was torn up from the blast. I did not even leave a whole corpse behind. My family knew nothing of what had transpired. Harvey impatiently pulled out his phone and tried calling me. But my phone was long gone, destroyed in the explosion, so there was no answer. This had never happened before. I had set special ringtones for each of my family members and always answered right away. For the first time, my radio silence made Harvey frown, a hint of unease crossing his face.

"Think about it. I need to prove I’m not a pathetic loser, and you, you look like you could use some excitement in your life. It’s a win-win!” Elliot stared at her, completely unreadable. sarah giggled. "Oh come on. Just imagine the headlines. 'Mysterious Billionaire Marries Heartbroken Drunk Girl." Silence. Sarah pouted. "Not even a chuckle? Wow, you’re really committed to this whole emotionless businessman thing, huh?" She sighed dramatically, lifting her glass. "Fine, fine I get it. I’ll just marry myself or something." Sarah nodded enthusiastically, her drunken logic making perfect sense to her. "Think about it. You’re u're rich, I'm... well, not as rich but I'm not terrible. You clearly have no interest in love and I have no interest in trusting anyone ever again. It’s perfect!"

**Secrets in the Shadows** Sophia sat by the window, staring out into the distance as the evening sun dipped below the horizon. She held the journal tightly in her lap, its worn cover whispering of untold mysteries and forgotten truths. The room was silent, save for the gentle ticking of the old grandfather clock that had stood in the corner of the room for generations. Her thoughts swirled with Eleanor’s cryptic warnings, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that they were stepping into something far beyond what they had ever imagined.

"The Vance family built a world where every breath was an advance on a debt you couldn't see. But out here, the air doesn't keep a tally." I looked down at my hands. The stain from the printer's ink was fading, turning into a faint, gray shadow along the creases of my palms. The phantom in the silk suit, the Faceless Author, the iron pens—they were all sinking into the deep, dark reservoir of the unwritten past. We had torn the book in half, and in doing so, we had finally broken the sequence. The Geography of the Unwritten

He cleared his throat, feeling awkward. "Then don't talk to me." "Okay." "Mind your business." "Okay." The omega was slightly thrown off by how easily the other was agreeing. He looked away, rubbing his arms. Silence hung between them, each thinking of their problems. And if Mike snuck a few glances at the alpha's striking face, that was no one's business but his. *************** Connor watched as Bruno heartlessly cut the animal into pieces. It never seized to baffle hik how the old man seemed comfortable in doing such inhumane stuff.

I know it's not the best gift, but given our friendship, I hope you don't mind. I had thought long and hard about it, and I decided I didn't want to be buried with my parents and Fred. I couldn't face them. I didn't like the cold, damp ground either—I much preferred the warm, green forests of the mountains. Before I left, I glanced back at Keith's trembling figure in the kitchen. He was still such a soft-hearted crybaby. I stepped out of his apartment complex and into the bustling streets. The freezing winds and dark clouds seemed to have passed, and the warm sunlight felt soothing on my skin.

Warren I fucked up. Well and truly. And I didn’t know how to fix it, which wasn’t like me, I knew how to fix issues, it was a simple call, pull of strings, words whispered to the right people and everything I needed to be done would be. But with Heron, there were no strings to pull, the irony of her being a seamstress was not lost on me. I stood a moment, the cold night air mocking me as I gripped tightly on the drink between my fingers. The smooth crystal glass, warping my features as I stared down at it. Not able to stomach the liquid for the first time.

The funeral was beautiful in its simplicity, even if it felt like my heart was being ripped apart with every passing second. Luca and Kimmy, two lives that should’ve burned brightly for years to come, were instead reduced to glowing embers, drifting out over the still waters of the lake. Their coffins—handcrafted by the pack—sat atop makeshift rafts that floated gently until the fire consumed them completely. Flames licked the sky, casting long shadows over the gathered wolves. It was a hauntingly poetic farewell, but no amount of beauty could erase the ache in my chest.

Thank you so much to all mu lovely readers for sticking with "An Unwanted Fate" until the end. I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did while writing it! I hope to start publishing Book 2 in the Celtic Wolf serie:: "A Tangled Fate: Bound By Her Betas" within the next week. Sneak peek: “Mate!” My wolf howled. “She’s ours!” “What are you talking about, Callum? She can’t be ours, not yet.”

The summer haze has lifted up and replaced itself with one crisp, almost electrifying, energy of a wholly new academic year. Old books intermixed with freshly waxed floors filled the air while traversing the hurrying corridors of the university-a forced marriage, a confusing encounter with MJ, and a painful breakup with Karen: all of these left a bitter aftertaste at the back of my throat, and I was determined to bury myself in my studies as if in search of some remnant of normalcy.