Echoes Of Love Novels & Stories

He blended into the crowd, but his eyes never left Lillian. When the officiant asked the groom if he'd cherish the bride forever, never abandoning or betraying her, Elton mouthed, "I do." But his words would never reach her. A tear slipped from his face, hitting the ground. It carried the regret of a heart he could never redeem.

A wave of pure, unadulterated hatred surged through me, nearly snapping my composure. Silas’s lips moved, cold and dismissive. "Get out". My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag as the crushing desperation of my past life flashed before my eyes. However, before I could react, a voice exploded inside my head. [Whoa! She’s gorgeous! Is that look on her face... Is she already head-over-heels for me? No, no, Silas, stay composed. You can't let her think you're an easy catch. Right, keep it up. Stay cold. Make her want to chase you!]

The house held them. Silent. Steady. Ready. The echo endured. Not as a warning. As a promise. That even the darkest corners could be faced. That love could stand beside death. And still breathe. Still burn. Still choose.

Before I met Rylan, I had loved healing just like that. “Yes! This is who you really are!” Echo said excitedly. “Passionate, full of love, not some pathetic creature constantly worrying about a jerk’s mood!” That night, as I lay in bed, I could hear Leo’s soft singing from the next room. His voice was far from perfect. A little off-key, even. But the joy in it was so real it warmed me to the bone. “Moon Goddess, please bless all the kind souls… Please let them all find their own happiness…”

“How can you treat me like this? We’ve known each other since we were kids! Have you forgotten? When we were little, you said you’d marry me. You even chased away the boys who dared to come near me. “And when I was abroad, all I had to do was say I missed you, and you’d fly over immediately! “Callum, you love me! You just don’t realize it yet!” Her words were like nails sealing the coffin of the argument I had made days ago—how he used the guise of sibling affection to blur the lines of propriety. His face darkened instantly and he shook her off as if her touch burned him. “It’s Eloise that I love,” he stated with cold finality.

“Doll, divorce isn’t as simple as you think.” “You’ve always been good, don’t start making a fuss now, okay?” Just a few steps away, separated only by a glass door, my husband was soothing his young lover. “Of course, I love you. I love you the most.” His voice was soft, affectionate, laced with tenderness. A faint curl of smoke rose from between his fingers. I stared at him, frozen. Then, as if sensing something, Pierse turned his head. Through the glass, our eyes met.

Our fingers weaved together tightly. When I tilted my head up to kiss him, he also lowered his head and kissed me with absolute gentleness. "Spencer, I think it doesn't hurt anymore…" "Then… Do you want to continue?" Noises that would make anyone blush started up again in the room, and it carried on for a long time. The night would be long. But what was longer was the rest of our lives together. Even during the darkest times, love was still the most important thing. The End.

Cold bit our skin. Then a sound echoed through the dark. Something hit a metal in the distance. Not from my men. I raised my hand to halt the others. There it was again. Closer. We weren’t alone…

Her hand flew to her chest, gripping the invisible memory of that locket as tears welled up in her eyes. "Oh my goodness Echo... My baby, what happened to you?" She stood up and faced the place I faced while talking to Echo a while ago. "I love you, baby... I love you..." "Try to touch her Echo, like you did with me." I pointed out when I noticed that her mother is desperate to have a contact with her daughter. Her mother wept openly, one hand over her heart, the other reaching blindly into the empty air between them. "I love you too mom, I love you so much." Echo said as she stretched out both of her hands and held her mother's face and right at that moment, her mother's eyes went wild.

“Oh no… I think I forgot to tell him something. But he already said that falling in love was not an option, so I guess that’s the same thing with what I was thinking earlier? I mean, not falling in love means that feelings should and will never get involved because he deemed it so? I think it’s the same thing with a different name for it, yes. So I guess that’s settled now, I just need to do one last thing, I should really get out of here.” Annika thought to herself as she felt like people were still watching her and could hear her every single thought.