A Beloved Existence Novels & Stories

Deeply, persistently, transformatively. She'd chosen. Every day, every moment, every breath. And in the end, that was exactly enough. The weapon had become human. And the human had become legendary. Not for power or position, but for the simple, profound act of choosing love. Every single day. Until the very end.

"Liam Thorn is my choice." I interrupted my father. He was taken aback. I said calmly, "I'm willing to marry Black Dragon Liam Thorn." The Human Clan had always viewed Black Dragons as villainous, cold-blooded beings. No woman with Blessings from the Human Clan has chosen a Black Dragon as their companion for the past thousands of years since the alliance of the three clans and given birth to a perfect descendant who inherited all its powers. That was why the Black Dragons had almost gone extinct from the attacks of the Silver Dragons.

Even when it must remain plutonic. “You did so well yesterday, I want to acknowledge the amount of pain you’ve endured. You’re a beautiful Warrior, any man would be lucky to have you as their partner, don’t ever cut yourself down again for anyone.” Every word I spoke was the truth, I watched as she blinked away tears. Like she’d never had someone truly appreciate her. No one had ever loved or appreciated her resilience. “Thank you Henry” she spoke softly “thank you for giving me a safe space to fall apart” her voice quivering “that’s not something I’m used to.” She said with a sadness and gratitude.

“I know how much you hate me right now and I understand why. But I can't just leave. Hara is my mate and we need to be in each other's lives, despite the problems we've faced,“ “Remember I came to your house searching for Hara after she disappeared?“ Hailey continued her verbal attack on Roland, “You didn't even give a damn about her, all you cared about was fucking this bitches and having them disturb the neighbors with her moans of stupid pleasure! Why are you suddenly in need of her now?“ ”Like I said, she's my mate. I might have been horrible to her, but that doesn't mean I stopped loving her. I love Hara and I need her back because we are fated mates, created to live beside each other,“

The girl, Anna was an adventurous soul who would often get herself in trouble but had Eliot, the boy always there to save her. Her heart warmed at the thought of the days she spent reading the book over and over in her little hideout in the house. Thinking back Robin remembered how she would wait every day for her own special friend to come and rescue her from her parents, but such a day never came instead she grew lonelier with each passing day and believed less and less in the fairytale of friendship or love.

I wasn't naive enough to believe in love at first sight or whatever the hell this was. Damien chuckled softly. "I volunteered at that nursing home all the time. I saw you more than once." His voice grew warmer. "You were kind and hardworking, always trying to move forward, no matter how hard life got." Then, he smiled. "You were nothing like people like me, whose lives were charted since birth. You were like a wild flower. You continued to face life's challenges head-on, no matter how hard it tried to squash you." Damien never saw me after Nolan and I moved to Ashbury City.

Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him. Reo, a handsome man who deserves to be happy. A human being who has the right to choose the path of his life. He also continued to convince himself that this was the right choice after a bitter incident a few years ago. A choice that led Reo to become a man who has same-sex attraction. The sound of a car horn honked Reo out of his thoughts. He looked annoyed at the driver of the car who was walking towards him with a flat expression on his face.

And choosing connection anyway. The Absolute Zero began to weep. Actually weep. Tears made of pure cosmic essence falling through dimensions. "I have existed since before existence," it said brokenly. "And in all that time, across forty-seven trillion cycles, no one—nothing—has ever chosen me over survival. Ever valued connection with me over continued existence. I do not—I cannot—" "You are not alone," I said simply. "Even at the end. Especially at the end. You are not alone."

Love, it seemed, held the power to rewrite the script of existence itself. Truly, it was a testament to the resilience of human emotion and the inexplicable bonds that tethered souls together. Her return to the realm of the living felt like a symphony orchestrated by love, a crescendo that had brought her back from the brink of the unknown. The narrative echoed with the refrain of miracles, a reminder that even in the face of uncertainty, the power of the heart could rewrite the very rules of reality.

Like him? " No... No.. I don't believe you on this" She chuckled and this time it was less comforting. " Honestly, what's not to like in him?" " Err- the fact that he's a beast" " Was a beast" " Doesn't change the fact that he's evil" " Dear from what I hear, Hunter isn't evil anymore" " That's not true, maybe you didn't hear me right" " Okay" "Mrs Phoebe?" " Yes?"