Burning Betrayal Reviews Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Okay cool." After they got through discussing the situation about the robbery, K asked her why she was afraid to give him a chance. " I'm afraid because the last person I was in a relationship with was only in it for personal gain and didn't treat me like I should be treated." " Well you won't have to worry about that with me because I'm a real man not a lil boy." " Just because your a real man you're sayin I shouldn't worry bout you hurting me. No you're wrong even though you are a man that still doesn't mean you won't hurt me. Sometimes things happen unavoidable things, there is no guarantee that you won't hurt me and promises are sometimes broken. If I give you my trust, what's there

The bіlе is bitter оn mу tоnguе аnd I mаnаgе to swallow іt back dоwn without vоmіtіng all оvеr Jаѕоn’ѕ lар. Thе betrayal is physical, gut-wrenching. Thіѕ isn’t mу hеаrt breaking; іt’ѕ the іnѕіdеѕ of mу gut burnіng аnd clenching in раіn. I саn’t look аgаіn. I don’t wаnt tо ѕее thе lies play out іn front оf mе. I also саn’t hеlр myself.

he patted her on the head like a dog and left her on the floor. "NO...NO AMETHYST!!" Lena screamed, the force tore her throat to ribbons, she clawed at the side of the bed, pulling herself up as the mark on her neck burned with the betrayal, this was not supposed to happen. She prayed for her wolf to answer her, but all she heard was one, faint whimper, and then she was gone. An awful feeling of cold loneliness replaced where the warmth of her wolf usually lived.

The divorce had granted me momentary satisfaction, securing millions in alimony and shared property was a sure win that had embraced my cold heart like a warm, cozy blanket. But recovering from the betrayal didn't happen overnight; in fact, it still didn't happen when I was amid familiar faces celebrating my freedom. A long list of guys approached me, a handful had been mutual friends between my ex and me, Hmpf! I guess loyalty was something all of them lacked. Of course, I turned them down and tried to occupy myself with drinks. I wasn't a big drinker, as a model, I had to be careful about what I let into my system, but tonight, I didn't care.

She disappeared down the road. It was too late for regret. Regret meant nothing when it showed up after the damage was done. A month passed before we heard about them again. Lyris lost a leg in the crash. The baby she had abandoned during her escape—her own child—died alone at home from starvation. She was found guilty of treason for siding with the rogues and betraying her own kind. The judges of the Kingdom of Volvia sentenced her to death, carried out with the harshest punishment allowed.

(Hannah’s POV) The smell of burnt wood and ash still lingered in the air as I stepped over the caution tape. The building had been nothing more than a quiet corner bookstore—one I’d passed dozens of times without much thought. Now, it was a skeleton of charred beams and shattered glass. I swallowed hard. Standing here, in the middle of what was once a thriving business, made everything feel more real. This wasn’t just a story; it was someone’s life in ruins.

"Give it to me. Forget the boy. Forget the sun. There is only this room, and there is only me." He increased the pace, his fingers hooking upward, hitting my G-spot with every thrust. I was soaking wet, my juices coating his knuckles, a physical manifestation of my own betrayal. I felt the orgasm coming—a dark, heavy thing that felt more like a punishment than a release. I broke, my body convulsing as the climax ripped through me. I collapsed forward, my forehead resting on his shoulder, my breath coming in short, sobbing hitches. Laredo didn't hold me. He simply withdrew his hand, looking at the moisture on his fingers with a smirk. He stood up, smoothing his trousers, and looked down at me

Something in me shifted that moment, I have never done anything like this, never taken my revenge, never went back for payback, but look at me now, payback is a bitch, and revenge is better served cold. I kept going, moving to his windshield next, hitting it as hard as I could, the glass didn't break, so I hit it again and again, until it gave, shattering like my broken heart. Next, I kept hitting with what's left of my power until I couldn't anymore, I dropped the rod on the ground, finally coming back to my senses, the car light was turning on and off, the alarm blaring through the night, telling the whole neighbourhood that I'm here and look what I have done. I took a step back, thinking

The sound tore from my throat like the painful growl of a wounded lion. I raised my gun, my finger tight on the trigger. But Mikhail didn’t look guilty. He looked… confused and shocked. He held up his hands slowly. “Dimitri? What are you…” he started. I didn’t let him finish. The betrayal was too deep. BANG. I shot him. The shot echoed in the hallway. Mikhail cried out, clutching his leg as he crumpled to the floor. A red stain bloomed on his trousers. “You silly boy!” he shrieked in pain, his face white. “What have you done!”

The woman I once called my Luna, the one I trusted above all, now wears the mark of betrayal like a second skin. But even as I stand here, every muscle coiled, every breath ragged, something inside me clenches with an unbearable tightness. I should feel relief and vindication, but I don't feel any of it. The scent of burning torches thickens in the air as the council begins to disperse, murmurs of the night's events carried on whispers. The sentinels nod in approval. Elders exchange knowing glances. Even Williams, my Beta, wears the expression of a man who had expected this outcome all along.