Abandoned Novelas e Histórias

From the moment my mafia husband, Alessio Vitale, brings his childhood friend, Mia Santoro, and her son into our home, everything changes. While our son, Luca Vitale, is sick in the hospital with a fever, Alessio takes Mia's son to Wonderland Park to celebrate his birthday. When I call, all I hear on the other end is the sound of laughter and celebration. Alessio's voice is mixed in with it, gentle and almost chiding, as if I'm the one being unreasonable. "He doesn't have a father, and he's already got it hard enough. Don't overthink it." I don't call him again. That night, I place a divorce agreement in front of Alessio. "Don't see Mia more than three times in the next two weeks,"

On the day I'm diagnosed with dependent personality disorder, my family treats me like I'm the most fragile porcelain. My parents put me first in everything. Mom even quits her executive job to stay by my side during treatment. The day my condition finally stabilizes, they smile with genuine relief for the first time. Even my adopted older sister, Winifred Linberry, smiles. She says, "I told you Sadie wasn't that sick. She just wanted to hog your attention." That day, my parents scold her for the first time and insist she apologize to me. On the night she goes to a class reunion, I quietly mention that my heart feels a little uneasy. Dad suddenly slams the medicine box in his hand ont

When Adrian Hale chose Rosalie Quinn for the tenth time, I was hanging helplessly over the cliff’s edge. He clutched a rope in one hand, the web between his thumb and forefinger worn raw and bloody. Rosalie was sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. “Adrian, I’m scared…” He hesitated for only a second before pulling out a dagger and cutting through the rope on my side. “Clara, hold on. I’ll come back for you after I save Rosalie.” The system counted down in my ear. [The tenth abandonment has been confirmed.] [Life countdown: zero.] Before I fell, I didn’t wait for him to turn around like I had the previous nine times. I only smiled at him. “Adrian Hale, we’re even now.”

Minutes later, his fingers froze over the screen, “Boss.” Matthew looked over, and Antonio slowly turned the tablet toward us, satellite imagery appeared directly in the center of the triangle. An abandoned church, registered under a company that no longer officially existed. Matthew’s gaze shifted toward me, “You found it,” he said simply. And somehow… Those three words meant even more than the respect he’d given me the night before.

"Donna… she's already dead!" "Shut up!" Anthony roared. "Who says she's dead? She's just angry. She's hiding from me. Wait until I bring her back!" He drove to every place he had ever been with Mabel. The leaking shack in the slums. The underground bunker where they had hidden after their first family gunfight. The island they never had the chance to move to. What he had once taken for granted—her constant presence—had become something forever out of reach.

Now the silence is eating me alive, and I don't know how long I'll be able to survive. My breath comes shallow, my lips pressed tight, my hands trembling as I rub my thigh to calm myself. It doesn’t work. The clock ticks too loudly. It's past midnight, and Delano still isn’t home. He's still with her …. Today of all days. After seeing them at the firm, I canceled the reservation and drove home. Now I sit on the couch in our home, staring at the clock, then my phone, then the clock again. Every second felt like an eternity to me.

I didn't know exactly when, but it had to be the time around when I was about to give birth, and Jasper was at a restaurant with Avery, busy celebrating his company getting successfully listed. Maybe it was also around the time when the apocalypse began, and Jasper abandoned Sasha and me in search of Avery instead. Jasper and I began talking less to each other. In the past, he used to talk about me all the time. Now, however, it was always about Avery. I shivered hard, not wanting to recall those painful memories anymore. Whatever affection we had for each other during our youth should only exist in the past now. Whatever we had left for each other now was jus

With my nudges and the stories spread among the neighbors, everyone knew Sophie had given birth and run away, never returning for the holidays or anything. Everyone assumed she’d disappeared off the face of the earth, but only I knew that my parents kept in touch with her secretly. Hearing my comment now, Mom’s face twisted with displeasure. Her sharp voice cut across the entire hall. "What nonsense are you talking about? Sophie is perfectly fine!" Instantly, everyone nearby turned to look. Mom’s embarrassment was obvious. I smiled lightly. "So you’re still in touch with her. Why doesn’t she come see her son, Caleb? Sigh. She abandoned her own child. She must

When Jacob saw us lean against each other, he finally understood that certain things could never be repaired once they were destroyed. He had not just lost a partner, but also his past self that was worthy of being loved. But that no longer had anything to do with me. After we left, Jacob stumbled out of the Night Wind pack’s territory in dejection and with teary eyes. Before he left, he cast one final glance at my stone hut. No. That was no longer just my stone hut. It was Mike’s and my new house. Laughter came from within, along with the pup’s cheerful barks.

*Adis* The sun hangs low in the sky as I step into the abandoned warehouse, its rusted beams and shattered windows towering like ghosts of a forgotten era. The air is thick with dust and the scent of damp concrete, but I’m focused, adrenaline surging through my veins. I need answers, and I’m not leaving until I get them. Clay’s gang has been silent since his demise, but I can’t shake the feeling they know more than they’re letting on… especially about Zombie’s plans and why he took my place and erased my memories.