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"But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah." I shrugged softly, "I don't care, Tiffany. I want you and if that comes with pieces all over the place then I'm okay with it. You don't get it," I chuckled softly, moving the hand that was cupping her face back to her hands to hold them gently in mine. "I can't unlove you. I can't forget the feeling of holding you when you sleep next to me. I can't forget how your eyes would get a bit bigger every time something surprising would happen in Prison Break. I can't forget the dreadful look on your face every time you walk in to math class, wanting it to be over

The Story Begins… There was a time in the past when werewolves and witches had interceptions among each other in the same land. However, a mutual hatred had emerged from a different angle of the world as to who was the greatest. This caused a huge unsettlement yet it was not so in San Antonio, they interrelated but they did not interbreed, as it was seen as an abomination. Queen Lorelai held a candle in his hand and walked to her secret room while chanting some words. When she got there, she lightened up a mini fire which she fueled with a chicken's intestine.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

He tilted his face up, revealing a scar that ran from his forehead to his brow. "Remember this scar? You got it the third time we divorced. You smashed a vase… but I never blamed you…" "That's because you deserved it," I finally said. "That day, I opened the door and saw Larissa wearing my wedding dress in our bedroom." I broke free from his grasp and, before leaving, glanced back at him one last time. "Love isn't an apology after you hurt someone. I'm not a toy you use and put away. You never understood what love is. Experiencing real love has shown me that what we had wasn’t it."

When he loved, what did it give him as an offer? “Andre…I know what you went through…” Fred was saying when Andre interrupted him sharply. “You don't know anything. You only know that there's a word called heartbreak. Besides the word, what else do you know?” He demanded. The next two hours Andre was busy and Camella got hooked on the web of different meetings. She attended to some serious matters that she momentarily got focused on the job until it was almost too late. She sent a text to Andre “Wait behind, we need to talk” Andre received it but didn't respond. After what Fred told him, he felt like keeping distance from that woman surnamed Wood.

RED HAD ALREADY been discharged from the hospital, while Blue remained in a coma. Even though he was out, he couldn’t find joy—first, because his brother still hadn’t woken up, and second, because his girlfriend had broken up with him. Ever since Katleya broke up with him, he never stopped trying to win her back. He sent her messages every day even though he never received a reply. He also called her, but she never answered. Red willingly accepted her coldness because he knew he had hurt her.

“I wish I was with you instead of here. She’s so boring, so plain… you make me feel alive again.” “Don’t worry, I’ll leave her soon. I don’t love her anymore. I only stay because it’s convenient for now.” “She gave me everything, yes, but she has nothing left to give. You are the only one I want now.” “Our anniversary today? It means nothing to me. I’m only pretending. I’d rather be with you than anywhere else.” I dropped the phone. It fell to the floor with a loud crash, but I couldn’t hear anything over the sound of my own heart shattering into a million pieces.

It was created to search for something. Aliya reached the final pages. The room gradually quieted again. Everyone sensed that the most important revelations were still coming. "'If Martha and Aliya are standing together while reading this letter, then one of my greatest hopes has come true. You were never meant to live separate lives. The separation was a desperate solution to an impossible problem. I accepted it because I believed distance would keep both of you safe. It remains the greatest regret of my life.'" Aliya wiped quickly at her eyes.

“Please don’t cry, Jane. All you might have faced in the past is already in the past. We are here for you now.” “But I love him, Lucy. Why did he treat me like that? With all the pain I went through to donate blood for that b***h, he still doesn’t care until he forced me to di…..” She didn’t finish her sentence before hiccuping and crying more. She can’t bring herself to say the word ‘divorce’ which she almost spills out. “It’s okay, Jane. Everything will be fine.” Lucy comforted her as she hugged her gently.

I was so used to justifying his decisions and actions in the past, but now, I decided to accept reality in stride. I turned on my phone and scrolled through Instagram, only to stumble across Charlotte's post. It read, "It's hard to be a single mother, but thankfully, I'm not alone on this journey." She had posted a selfie. Only half of her face was on camera, but she was smiling gently as the camera focused on Jonathan holding Amanda in his arms in the background. He was looking at the little girl tenderly. They looked like a real family.