Novel & Cerita A Tale Of Two Cities Lost

Was this his wife? I can't help to sense a little twinge of sadness. I understand what it is like to lose a loved one suddenly. I'm starting to regret my treatment of Brixtius. Because now, I am wondering how Braxius took me, leaving him when I died in Troy. Probably not well.

And would Jenny give her heart once more to a man who had shattered her trust? In that moment, the answers didn’t matter. They were just two lost souls, trying to find their way in the cold darkness of the city.

It filled me with so much warmth that I truly could not bear to die anymore. Over the next three days, I was constantly out handling the paperwork for my rural teaching post. I also handed over the divorce papers to the lawyer for processing. Serene never contacted me again. To my surprise, just as I booked my ticket to leave the city, she called me. "Joseph, are you addicted to throwing tantrums now? Did you forget what day it is?" I had, actually. It was Tina's birthday. In my last life, I had been stuck in bed and drowning in immense despair. Even then, I did not forget to carve a wooden statue of her as her birthday gift.

Bella I feel like a lost child seeking help, but there's no one out there who could possibly save me. The world looks scarier than it was before, and I see nothing except its dark side. These aren’t just thoughts; they’re my reality. I'm afraid, not only because of Alex's absence but because my baby, who did nothing wrong, might end up living without a father. As I was walking across the silent road, I suddenly lost my balance. I tried to keep myself standing, but I didn’t have the energy. Just when I felt like I was going to completely fall, I suddenly felt the warmth of someone's arms catching me, and then everything went blurry.

For one second, I had been chosen. And he threw me away like I was nothing. Tears burned down my cheeks. I pressed a hand against my chest, right over the spot where my heart felt like it was shattering into a thousand jagged pieces. I had heard stories of rejected mates. How the pain of rejection could drive wolves mad. How some never survived it. But I didn’t get the chance to grieve. Because just as I sucked in a shaky breath, I heard something outside my window. A rustle. A shadow.

His words hung in the air, full of uncertainty and possibility all at once. I blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall, my chest tight with a mix of emotions I couldn’t fully untangle. Could we really fix this? Could we go back to the way things were, or was there too much damage already done? But standing there, under the soft glow of the streetlights, I knew one thing for certain—I didn’t want to live with the regret of not trying.

She’d seen a lot of lost wielders, lost shadows crying in despair, begging for something to latch unto because they knew that the place where they’d be falling was their worst nightmare. “Sleep, dear child! You’ve had enough!” Marjorie breathed heavily when another series of tears trickled to her cheeks. Crouching, she wiped all of those away, caressing her hair, whispering words she didn’t even know Z would hear. She just felt compelled to say so, because she, too, had been lost a lot of times.

Slumped on a roadside bench, unshaven and dressed in creased clothes, he bore no resemblance to the commanding Alpha of the past. When he saw me, he immediately stood up. "Maya, can we talk?" he asked, nervously wringing his hands. "There's nothing to talk about, my ex-mate. You were the one who wanted to leave with nothing. Don't tell me you regret it now?" "No, it's not about money," Ethan replied, his eyes red. "All I'm saying is I regret it, Maya. I shouldn't have let myself be blinded by a moment of passion, nor should I have doubted you."

Victor made a noise somewhere behind Damien. Nobody acknowledged it. Then Astera raised a glowing hand. Above them, the city lights shifted. Images appeared in the air. Living memories. Ancient scenes projected across the cavern. Everyone looked up. And gasped. The images showed the Lost City. Not abandoned. Not sleeping. Alive. Thriving. Thousands of people walked its streets. Silver towers reached toward the sky. Children laughed. Families gathered. Life existed everywhere. Then the image changed. A disaster. The sky cracked open with silver storms.