Alex And Eliza: A Love Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

shouted Vivian who simply admired her friend. Alexa and her friend Vivan always wanted to further their studies but there was no hope for her now as she would be married. She remembered when she and Vivan had stayed all night talking about how they would go and further their studies and fall in love with brothers or at least best friends like them and get married. But here she was getting married to a man she didn't know talkless of loving him. Alexa had now made her way to the entrance of the palace everyone attention was drawn to her as approached her groom; the prince.

"I've heard enough lies from you already. You've had your chance to explain, and you blew it." Alex took a step forward, his eyes begging me to listen. "Louisa, please. Don't do this. We can work through this together. I love you." I laughed, a harsh and bitter sound. "You love me? You don't even know what love is, Alex. You're just a selfish, manipulative person who only cares about yourself. And I'm done with you." Alex's face fell, and he looked at me with a mixture of shock and desperation. I didn't care, he can go to hell for all I care. He's none of my concern anymore. He's played with me long enough and it was finally over.

Just like that, tears came streaming down my cheeks. "There's so much I never told you," I choked out. I went on, "I spent two years trying to win Declan over. However, once we were together, I found out he was in love with someone else. "Her name is Beatrice Porter, and she's his first love. All those years, I'd never seen her. I kept thinking maybe I still had a chance. "Then, one day, I was cleaning up his study and accidentally knocked over a wooden sculpture on his desk. He shoved me away and told me I wasn't allowed in there anymore. That was when I noticed the name 'Beatrice' carved into the base."

“That’s nonsense. You may not be the king anymore, but you will always remain an Alpha to me,” A smile crept its way to my face. “Come here,” I said as I opened my arms. Elsa stood up from the couch as she made her way to his direction. “Thank you, Layla. I love you,” I said as I pecked her on her forehead. She smiled at me. Up till now, her heart still skips a beat whenever I confess my love to her. “I love you too,” She replied as she wrapped her arms around me. “I bless the moon goddess for making you my mate. I can’t imagine what I would have done if you weren’t my mate,” I said.

Elisa cut in. Alexandra fell silent. It was always difficult to go against her mother. Elisa was stubborn, yes-but Alexandra knew her mother's stubbornness was rooted in love. She remembered how Elisa had raised her alone, refusing to remarry despite having plenty of admirers. At just over forty, Elisa was still beautiful, but she had devoted her whole life to her daughter. "Fine. Starting now, I'll call you Joshua. Happy?" Alexandra said at last. Joshua only smiled. He knew she didn't feel anything for him, but that didn't stop him. Since the day they met, he had wanted nothing more than to make her happy-especially after learning about Elisa's struggles and their past.

Their emotions, stronger than the brick wall sent signals to them. “Guys! I think he's here.” Hailey screamed after her skin jolted. “I so much wished my mate loved me half as much as Hailey loves Zac.” Eliza groaned. Harry had cheated on her and declared that he was gay, leaving her for his long time friend. She didn't really care as she already liked someone else, who liked Hailey. Stefan Fernandez. Tough, painful, skin burning love. Watching a man you love tell you about how much he's in love with your best friend who you love equally as much, slightly littler than you love this man and the only thing you're grateful for us the fact that she doesn't like or want him is how Eliza had been

she said, her voice barely audible. “Elena, I'm confused,” I admitted. She let out an exhale, as she shook her head slowly. “I thought I was loved. Why can't I be loved, Raymond?” she asked. In her glassy eyes, I could see pain. A pain she didn't want to share with me. Her words seemed to plunge me deeper into the world of confusion. “I love you, Elena,” I replied, my fingers brushing her hair and drying up her tears. “Oh, stop it, Raymond. I saw everything,” she snapped, the tears dripping from her eyeballs. “If you did, you wouldn't have left the company to meet Alana,” she accused.

~Emma~ "I'm here to apologize for leaving you in the woods," Augusta said. "Can I enter your room so we can talk privately?" I shook my head. "No. Let's just talk here," I said and closed the door behind me. We stood outside the door, staring at each other. "Alright, as you wish." Augusta leaned against the wall, facing me. Her brown curly hair framed her face. "What do you want from me?" I asked. "Alpha Jett followed me to the forest and told me that the one who died in the well was a maid who committed suicide because her lover left her for another woman. Is that true?"

One moment of being seen at a time. The elevator hums. I turn, expecting Julian, forgetting something. But the doors don't open. The sound fades. I'm alone in the penthouse with the cold coffee and the blinking red orb and the weight of everything he just told me. Elara protected him. Elara loved him in the only way she knew how. And now he has to decide whether to forgive her or to keep hating her, and either choice will change him. I think about my own mother. About the lies my father told me to protect me from the truth. About the way love can look like abandonment when you don't have all the facts.

“She’s been marked.” “Marked?” Axel looks at my neck and grunts seeming disappointed. His eyes fall behind me, obviously seeing Zak now. “You got yourself a werewolf friend, little human?” “Something like that.” I say quickly. “I’m here to see Killian.” The girl chokes out a surprised laugh. “Killian? As in Alpha Killian? Listen girl, no one is that familiar with him except his mate. Show him some respect and address him properly.” “Right,” I drawl out, ignoring her and Zak nudges me, warning me to watch what I say. “So if you could tell him Eliza is here to see him that would be great.” I say with a fake smile.