Bewedded Not Beloved Novels & Stories

“Please, listen to me first...” Hearing Joan's voices, Lynd couldn't bear to be indifferent. "Joan... You can't do this to me...” after she asked with the rest of her dignity at Sarah's wedding last time, for a confession of her love. She ask for not to be tied to each other either as friends or just acquaintances. Lynd asked Joan.

Her voice trembled with agony as she spoke, and he could only offer a gentle reply. "How could I possibly do something like that? You are my beloved," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "You, my dear, hold the most profound influence over my existence." It dawned on him that the endearing term he had always used for her, 'beloved', had failed to register in her consciousness. However, in this moment, the word finally penetrated her mind, and she comprehended its meaning.

“Then there’s her. A woman who wants you. A lunari, like me. But she’s royalty Influential. Wealthy. A diamond the whole country whispers is your perfect match. She might be untouched by any alpha… and certainly suffers no abnormality.” His voice thinned, trembling. “The world could see us hold hands and assume we’re just close friends. But she follows you. And you… you’re prospective lovers.” Sarang swallowed hard, tears shimmering in his eyes. “Can I not be jealous? Even if it’s wrong?”

Loveth asked as she sat upright " I think you love someone else , you don't even seem a bit excited about it . Married women who marry their lover are known to be talkactives till it's official ." All of that was true. And sad all at once that such a cold recitation of facts so accurately described her wedding day. She tossed her head. “I love someone else Betty , someone I shouldn't love ." " How is that even possible , no man will want to lose you Loveth . Is he from this planet ?."

Lead the way, so we can get this taken care of sooner rather than later. She rolled her eyes but turned around and walked towards his room. She chuckled, lowly as we heard crying coming from down the hall to the right of his room door. I swallowed down my growl at the fact that this monster had taken advantage fo yet ANOTHER young woman. I fumed at the audacity that he claimed to have a beloved, but yet slept with anything that walked! From what I understood about beloveds, they are to vampires what fated mates are to us werewolves. I had my suspicions of his "beloved" due to the bond between mates. The bond would NOT allow us to find anyone but our mates attractive, let alone sleep with any

he whispered, his voice filled with bitterness. “You didn’t love her; you were obsessed with her,” I whispered, knowing that his own desires rather than genuine love for Serena clouded his intentions. “Love frees, but your obsession was so grave that you took her body from the grave to keep her with you. It’s not love; it’s possession.” My words seemed to hit him hard, as he looked up at me with a mix of realization and guilt in his eyes.

I have been watching them going out for lunch and giggling over silly videos, all while he kept bringing her coffee to her desk like a lovesick puppy just to have a chat. And honestly, it’s ridiculous. But who am I kidding? Anybody who doesn't fall for his kind soul is an idiot. “It’s…it’s just…he is your beloved,” she stutters. “But there is more. He—” Exhaling irritated, I glare at her as she trembles with rage. “The concept of the beloved is just something for the weak…and the animals, so they can believe they can find some happiness while being cursed. It’s ridiculous and you know it. I wouldn’t know why I should keep him. My head aches all the time.”

Why does it seem like I've heard those exact words from someone else before? **** I didn't want to attend the wedding but I was forced by Neo and Nyx to come along. I stood there, watching as Lovette walked down the aisle, her arm linked with Gabriel's. I felt like I was in a dream, unable to believe that this was actually happening. Lovette had been my mate, my love, my everything. But now, she was getting married to another man. As the ceremony went on, I felt my heart breaking into a million pieces. I had always believed that Lovette was the one for me, but now I realized that I had been wrong. She had betrayed me, and I couldn't bring myself to forgive her.

” ”Adriel” Aman replied. ”Adriel Andrew Kingston, just like Rose Andrew Kingston“ said Fabian. ”You know there was a time when I used to write "Rose Fabian Anderson" everywhere. I used to throw coins in ponds and lakes wishing for my dream of making you mine come true. But I guess fate had other plans. It fulfilled your love story while it snatched my love away from me.” ”What you felt for me was never love. If it was you would never have tried to do anything that caused me pain. You know, if you truly love someone then their pain hurts you more than it hurts them. Your actions caused me so much pain” Rose said.

With calm precision, she began folding her clothes one by one, placing them inside without a sound. Tears fell, dampening the fabric in her hands. Yet her face remained composed, her eyes fixed forward. Deviana’s inner monologue: “I’ve had enough. I’ve fought too long, clinging to the hope you’d come back fully to me. But tonight, I finally understand—I’ve only been holding on to a shadow of love that was never real anymore. I’m tired, Adrian. And I won’t keep waiting in a house that was never truly mine.” She paused, her eyes landing on the wedding photo hanging on the wall. Her face in that picture was radiant, brimming with hope. Deviana let out a bitter smile.