Breakup To Bliss Novels & Stories

But just then, a tearing pain ripped through my chest. "Argh!" A violent cough ripped through me, and blood sprayed from my lips. My knees gave out. I crashed to the floor as a phantom hand plunged into my chest and tore my soul in half. This feeling... The mate bond... it's breaking! "No! Evelyn!" I screamed at the sky. "Impossible!" The pain grew more intense. I could feel the invisible thread connecting our souls snapping, inch by inch. Every break was like another slice into my heart. "Austen!" Seraphina knelt beside me in terror. "What's wrong?"

It hurt a little, in that good-dark way. We moved together, our bodies slapping, breaths mixing. "Senna, look at me," he said, and I did, seeing the emotion in his eyes... desire mixed with something I couldn't name. I came first, clenching around him, waves of pleasure hitting hard, but it felt bittersweet. He followed, groaning as he released, then we lay there, sticky and quiet.

He headed back to the Pack House, intending to finally sit Celine down and talk. The living room lights were still on. On the coffee table sat a single piece of paper and a ring. He walked over and picked up the paper. As he realized what he was looking at, it felt like a bolt of lightning had struck him. A Declaration of Dissolution. Celine wanted to sever their mate bond. His hands began to shake. His gaze fell to the ring—their wedding band, the one Celine had worn for five years. He tried to reach her through the Mind Link, but he was met with nothing but a void. She had already left the Dark Moon territory.

If Grandma hadn't married him, today, she might be quietly living in a luxurious villa tending to her flower garden without having to worry about money for the rest of her life. Even after falling into this kind of miserable condition, grandma still maintained her graceful and wise nature. She lived well without ever troubling her granddaughter. But even though she seemed to be doing well all this time, Indira knew that her heart was actually broken by her husband's betrayal. The pain of betrayal and the huge changes in her life had damaged her mind and body, but she refused to show her sadness to Indira. Remembering what Arya Wiratama had said a week ago, Indira was getting impatient to sel

“But I guess that’s what you are, Damon. A man who’s used to controlling everything, even people like me.” Damon stepped further into the room, his footsteps slow and deliberate, echoing in the silence. “You think you’ve broken free?” he said, his tone cold but tinged with something darker. “You’ve broken the mirror, Bliss, but that doesn’t mean you’ve broken the house. You can destroy every reflection, every piece of glass, but the house will still have you. It always does.” Bliss’s jaw tightened. “You’re wrong,” she said, her voice unwavering. “I’m done being controlled. I’m done being trapped in this house. I won’t let it have me anymore.”

I straightened my body and start wiping the tears away. "You guys are right. Charlie is just a guy who came into my life to be my lesson. Besides, everything happens for a reason. Maybe it's the universe's way to tell me that the destined guy for me is yet to come. And maybe it's a sign that Charlie's better off without me, I mean you know, we would be happier if we part ways," I sighed, "breakups are blessing in disguised, actually because you're gaining the peace you've lost the minute you started the relationship," I said, smiling at the three bitches in front of me.

“Justin, don’t call me again. And don’t try to find me. Don’t you know? After something ends, the worst thing you can do is cling to it. “Don’t bother me again!” It was over. What they had wasn’t even a breakup—it had been nothing more than a transactional contract, and "over" was the only way to describe it. Her youth had been wasted and naively sold away, all under the guise of love. How foolish. The night wind stung her eyes, and her vision blurred for a moment. But she blinked quickly, forcing back the tears before they could fall. Haley hung up and immediately blocked the unfamiliar number.

Tonia listened patiently, offering words of comfort and fierce loyalty. "You know," she said thoughtfully, once I finished, "it takes a lot of courage to walk away from something comfortable, even if it's broken. You're strong, Blair, stronger than you think. And you deserve happiness, true happiness." Her words resonated within me, a seed of hope taking root amongst the wreckage of my relationship. Maybe this break-up, as painful as it was, could be a chance for a new beginning. I flushed red as I thought about James. "Actually, I have a date planned for tonight."