Alyssa It Ends With Us Novels & Stories

You never cooked for me even once, yet he makes my favorite meals every day. "You never trusted me, while he does. He chooses me without hesitation every single time. Isn't this happiness? "Francesco, I've found my happiness. Please stop disturbing my life." Francesco trembled and finally lowered his head in defeat. It was only when Salvatore wrapped an arm around me, and we watched Francesco walk farther and farther away, that it truly sank in. Eight years of bitterness and pain had finally come to an end. Noticing that I was distracted, Salvatore tactfully didn't ask questions. He simply grinned at me and asked, "Fancy a hike?"

But fortunately, a shred of reason remained in me. I did not hesitate. I did not turn back. Sitting in my car, replaying the piercing scenes from tonight, I trembled uncontrollably. I pulled out my phone and still sent that message I had contemplated for so long. [Clara, starting today, let’s part on good terms.] Before pressing send, I could not help recalling everything that had happened between us over the past five years. But everything ended today. The message failed to send. A glaring exclamation mark appeared.

When I stepped out of the elevator, I happened to see the news that Lauren Geller had won the championship. A few hours earlier, Sean Tanner’s private account had posted an update: [Accompanying my friend to the peak. Our love has reached a new height!] The attached picture was of a deliberately blurred gold medal and a pair of interlocked hands. I recognized at once that the smaller hand belonged to Lauren. I felt nothing because the finalized divorce agreement was already sitting in my bag.

My heart nearly punched a hole through my ribs. Didn’t even get a word out before the door creaked open. The head maid walked in, holding a tray in hand like she didn't care. Dropped the food with a clatter, gave me this look of a half-smirk, half-sneer. “Lucky you’re still breathing,” she said, voice flat. “Most who cross the Alpha don’t get up again.” Yeah, thanks for the unpaid advice. But there was something colder in her stare, like she was thinking of the kind of burial to give me when I finally get killed.

"I'll be fine. You should hurry up and go. It's not nice to be late." Eventually, Zeke's car drove off. I submitted my paperwork and checked the date on my phone. After doing some calculations, I realized that I was leaving the country in five days. After I returned home, I began scrolling through social media. I came across a video of Howard Carter kissing his girlfriend passionately. After the happy couple had their moment, the crowd began to urge Zeke and Scarlett to do the same. "You have a wonderful woman beside you, Zeke. You should seize the opportunity when it presents itself to you," Howard told Zeke with a smile. He turned to look at Scarlett as he spoke.

Everyone said my wife, Zoey Harper, was an amazing wife and mom who'd do anything for me and our son, Leo. Leo's doctor warned us three times that he might not make it. Then he died. Zoey claimed she was overseas for work. She wasn't. She'd invited Peter Cole—the first love she'd never gotten over—and his family to our apartment for dinner. I came home carrying Leo's urn, ready to confront her. Instead, she tossed my luggage into the hall. "We have guests, and we're out of rooms. Go stay somewhere else for a few days."

He was claiming his territory and it turned me on. Carl clenched his jaw as he watched everything play before him. "How are you, Alyssa?" Carl took a deep breath and ignoring our blatant intention of kicking him out, asked me. I rolled my eyes at his stubbornness. "I'm great. Dalton is taking good care of me. I'm happy," I smiled and interlocked our fingers. Dalton pecked the side of my head in reply. Carl still didn't give up and said, "I miss you, Alyssa."

Mitch was a pain in the ass and I'd prayed so much for him to get a girlfriend or a damn wife. First, it was Eddie running back to me. Now, my asshole of a boss. Could my life get any worse? ************ After grabbing the files from the office, I quickly hopped into the latest brand of Lexus Jeep he sent his driver to get me with. New York was definitely the most beautiful city to me. The streets were always mesmerizing and I didn't think I'd ever leave it for anywhere. The car halted and the driver pulled out the key from the ignition. "We're here ma'am." He locked gazes with me from the rear view mirror and I nodded, tipping him with what I could find in my purse.

and a particularly large Lycan “asher” She looked around. "They are close friends. I’ll introduce the others after the meeting" she finished. Ruke stood up and faced the many lycans present. He wasted no time in telling them he had found his mate, after which he beckoned Lang Lang to speak to them about the prophecy. When she had finished, a very blonde Lycan with a mole on his nose spoke up, ”what have we got to do with the prophecy,“ he asked, witha bored look on his face.

If they were able to meet in such a large country, didn’t that mean they had some sort of chemistry between them? Alyssa thought that she should try getting together with Joshua. Joshua looked at her. She was very beautiful today. Girls from the United States were all very sexy. Since Alyssa was in the United States, she had to followed their fashion and dressed nicely. Her curvy figure and long legs were extremely eye-catching. Joshua didn’t think that it was a big deal, so he agreed.