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“I’m really happy. Not pretend happy. The real kind.” She twisted to look up at me. “Even with the sad parts in the book?” “Especially with the sad parts.” I glanced at Callan. He gave me a small nod, the kind that said *I’ve got you*. “Papa and I went through a lot of hard things before you and your brother were born. Really scary things. Sometimes I still get sad or worried. But being happy doesn’t mean nothing bad ever happened. It means we’re okay even with the scars.”

"Lily, you'll never truly be loved. Your family doesn't want you, and your mate doesn't love you. You're nothing but a burden!" Tears rolled down my cheeks, but I didn't stop walking. Even Rex's so-called "compensation" for me had become just another thing for Lisa to gloat about. I walked into the dense forest without looking back, the pack fading behind me until it was nothing more than a dark blur in the distance. … Night had fallen, and the full moon rose above the trees. Rex was sitting by the fire with Lisa, keeping her warm, when a sudden, searing pain tore through him. He clutched at his chest, cold sweat breaking across his brow as he crumpled to the ground.

8. "Okay," Elion said. "Here's one from User BookWorm99. Five stars." "Read it." "This book destroyed me," Elion read. "I cried for three days. My mom asked if I was okay. Cale is the most tragic, beautiful character I've ever read. I want a Cale. Where do I find a Cale? Does A****n sell him?" Cale blinked. He looked genuinely confused. "She wants a Cale?" Cale asked.

“Wow, hi to you too, sis. Why the hell do you look like you’ve been thoroughly fucked ?” "WHATTTTT," Sade said as she clutched the items in her arms tighter, trying to sound casual. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at your apartment?” Madison shrugged as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “I left a book here last week and couldn’t find it at home. Figured I’d swing by and grab it.” She narrowed her eyes at Sade. “Why are you acting so damn weird?” Sade laughed nervously. “Weird? I’m not acting weird.”

But I can hear the insecurity in his voice. “It’s okay to be sad, Lucas. You lost your Gamma position that you had worked very hard for, it’s only natural for you to be sad. But you are holding in your tears, which I don’t think is healthy. Just let yourself feel.” “Like a wimp?” I breathe a laugh. “Yes, like a wimp.”

“Are you okay?” Lucious shook his head slowly, a sad smile gracing his lips. “ No… my heart hurts.” =========== Hi My lovely Readers, I've three more books on Goodnovel, Alpha's Sexy Seduction Alpha Lucious His Purchased Wife. Do check them out and also please follow me on F*( Elk Entertainment) and i.n.s.t.a(elk_entertainment) Thank you so much, love y'all

Mathew: Does this mean now I have two heartbroken sons? Mathew: At least I have already bought the books about how to deal with heartbreak (ʘ ʖ̯ ʘ)

" She asked. Sheena might be so enthusiastic about everything but she has this soft spot that whenever I feel sad, she'll soften and feel the same feelings I felt. That's what I also liked about her. "Not fine, Our professor took my book, I can't read my love anymore!" I cried and a sudden slap landed on my head. Ouch! "What the F**k! Be serious, Ami" and she's a little a****n by the way. "I'm serious, Sheen, I'm depressed! They took my book away, they took my happiness!!" Now I was like a five-year-old kid throwing tantrums to her mother for not buying her sweets. I stamped my feet in intense disappointment.

why scientists never created anything to remove bitter memories? I started to take 3 deep breaths to calm myself down otherwise I know I will end up crying my eyes again, my head already hurts because of dehydration. I will try my best this time to prove my worth to myself. x x x please add this book to your library and drop your comments, Happy Reading!

It seems that I can find a little bit of my past in the heroine, but if I think about it carefully, I can see how we are similar. It's like a lump in my throat. She put the water glass on the table, picked up the book in my hand, looked at the cover, and laughed: “I read this.” I hummed and straightened my hair: “I found it on the bookshelf.” She smiled and said: “The purpose of this kind of book is to make readers sad after reading it. You fell into the trap.” She touched my head and said, " Are you sad?” I shook my head and nodded again: “A little bit.”