A Love That Left Her Stranded Novels & Stories

Anytime the descendants of those two lovers try to fall in love with each other the descendant of that friend always showed up to separate them or kills them. Then Rose asked the old woman that, so Andrew and she are the descendants of the two lovers? the woman said yes. The old woman told Rose to run after Andrew and she should try and explain to him about everything and one last thing Rose should stay away from the person that helped her get to the old world. Because the person is the strength of the destroyer, this statement makes Rose look at the woman straight in the face and said Lia will never help the destroy no matter what happens. The old woman said she never mentioned that Lia wil

Jeff took a step back. "I'll come see you tomorrow. Take the time to cool off." They walked away, leaving me without any help. The little life slowly drained from me. By the time the doctor on duty found me, it was too late. The embryo slipped away, and so did my love for Jeff. Gina's betrayal still stung, but it no longer mattered to me. I didn't want to give anything more to them. The next morning, I dragged myself home.

He stood, collected his f*e, and left me drowning in silence. I sat for a long time after he was gone, the photos spread before me like evidence of a crime. Except the victim wasn’t me—it was the love I had convinced myself still bound us together. I loved her. God help me, I did. In my own flawed, twisted way, I loved her. But she had left. Not alone. Not in anger. Not even in shame. With him.

She turned and walked toward the door with her head held high even though her vision blurred with tears. As she reached the threshold she paused and looked back at him one last time. "I loved you," she said. "I gave up everything for you. I hope whatever you're chasing—whatever empire you think you need to build—I hope it keeps you warm at night." Then she left, the door closing softly behind her. Antonio stood alone in his office, staring at the space where she had been, the glass of whiskey still in his hand. Outside in the hallway Jayda pressed her back against the wall, and slid down until she was sitting on the floor with her knees pulled to her chest.

“You can’t leave me.” She clutched his shirt again, this time with a new desperation. “You can’t leave us.” But he didn’t stir. She pressed her forehead to his chest and let out a scream so full of grief, love, and horror it seemed to tear the sky open above them. Darkness settled around her, not from the night—but from within. And just before the world tipped entirely, her hand splayed across her lower belly, trembling. He left... but he didn’t.

The only connection they had was built on her lies and his own naive blindness. “Hunter, please, you know I love you!” she wailed, her voice cracking with what sounded like genuine distress, though he knew it was a performance. “I’ve always loved you! More than she ever could! She left you, Hunter! Don’t you remember? She walked out on you once before! That’s not love! That’s abandonment!”

“You left me,” She cried, echoing in my ears. That goes directly to my head down to my heart. I shook my head as I answered. After all, I don’t want her to think about leaving her because I never did that to her. I am always watching her from afar and if only she knew how I suffer every day that I am not with her, but what happened now is out of my control. I left her to find my ex-wife’s lover and I didn’t expect this tragedy to happen to her. To the woman that I love. I looked at her again and screamed in pain,

She thought, " Ok, before sunset" He nodded, "deal", and she nodded back. He then rose and left. She realized that all eyes were on her and that made her feel proud. That day, she made a good and quick sale. As she headed back home with her tray held inclined to her flank, she began to think about her relationship life so far. She realized she was so clingy, that she was maneuvered easily. She wanted to be careful next time, but it seemed her heart was already crossing the line for this new guy.

I wished she were here, guiding me through this labyrinth of choices. After a while, my father left me alone with my thoughts. The night air carried a sense of calm, but it was short-lived. Another presence intruded on my solitude. I rolled my eyes as Davis Howard, devilishly handsome, sauntered into view. "Oh, it's you," I muttered, my annoyance thinly veiled. "Thought I would be seeing someone more important." Davis, sporting a sly grin, met my gaze with unwavering confidence. "Trust me, I do not want to be with the woman that would fuck a stranger."

Angelo listened to the recording on his phone. He had captured everything from when Portia had started her intense, but ill-fated seduction attempt. He was relieved she had left, but was saddened and stressed over the necessary consequences of her actions. He knew what had to be done though.