Eight Years Lost A Love Unclaimed Novel Novels & Stories

“I didn't realize that while I was looking for a partner in the shadows, the best thing in my life was already standing in front of me.” Lydia looked at him, the memory of their wedding night surfacing like a jagged shard of ice. She remembered the courage it had taken to ask him that one, final question back then. She remembered the way he had looked at her—cold and distant—when she asked if he loved her. “No,” he had said. That 'no' had broken her. It had been the catalyst for her disappearance, the reason she had spent years trying to erase him from her life. “You told me once that you didn’t love me,” she whispered. “You told me it was just a trade. My father’s organ for my life. Do you

Nothing could fill the void in her heart, not money, not posession, not parties or friends could spark up a little glimpse of happiness in her. Her heart repeatedly pierced by the emotions she couldn't bear nor control, it all seemed like a dream, the nightmare she was dying to crawl out from. Her one true love was gone, the man she had lived years with, gave her all to. Diana couldn't help but soliloquize. "Do I deserve to live? He is in the grave because of me, what's the use of living without him?" As if loosing her parents wasn't enough, she lost Branden.

Ann thought it would make no sense to tell her another lie, "my girl, I am sorry I have to tell you this. I have been barren and sad all my life. It was only after I picked you up from the well, during the first battle between the werewolves and the witches, I found joy. I wondered why a mother would do that to her daughter". Avice could not fight back her tears. "so, you are not my mum? I was left to die in the well when you saved me. That explains why my life is so miserable." She wept. Ann went to console her. "But, how could you have kept this from me for so long?" She replied tearfully, "you were too small to bear the truth, now that you are a bit grown up, I felt there was no reason to

around someone else's house, late in the evening?" Vivian laughed a bit, "Ah, so now we're talking about what? Are you trying to divert the issue here, Jonathan?" Jon looked at the glass window at his left, the rays of the sun shining through and into the cafe. "No, Vivian," he paused for a bit, then continued, "I am trying to ask you if it is right to help someone break into someone else's property," he said calmly. Vivian was shocked, her eyes enlarged and her jaws dropped, not knowing what to say. "I am sure your father did not know that you drove his G63 onto Noughton's apartments in St. Vincent." He leaned forward, placed his elbows on top of the table, his face now closer to hers. "Or

A contract signed between two adults who understood the terms clearly going in. Because my heart was not available. Not anymore. Clyde had taken something from me in those eight years—not just my time, not just my dignity, but something more essential than either of those things. The part of me that believed love was possible. The part that had held on through every cold silence, every empty night, every carefully wrapped gift sent in place of a father’s presence, waiting for something that was never going to come. That part was gone now. So if Alexander Vaughn and I were eventually to be married—fine. We would be partners. Allies, perhaps, if we were lucky. But I would not be making the mis

But he went back with mom’s ashes instead. I have no idea why that happened or what was done at their so-called ‘ceremony’. All I know that thereafter, I drifted away from my him. He once used to be a lovable father though. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

"I left my world, my family, my kind to be with the love of my life, I thought all I needed was love, I never knew love is not enough. Betrayal is real in the journey of love. I love dan, I gave him my heart, but he betrayed me, he chose his kind over me, he believed in their words over me. It hurts, seeing who I abandoned my kind for, couldn't abandon his for me. It felt like a dagger was struck into my heart when he looked into my eyes and called me evil, just like her kind. I have nothing left for me in the human world again, I'm going back to my world. My love failed," Tears pricked up from Jeanne's eyes as she read the epilogue of the novel in her hands, she just finished reading ''MY L

Anytime I want to have a baby, I end up losing it no matter how hard I try to keep it. No matter how careful and slow I was, I still ended up losing my child. I wanted nothing but to have Garold’s child since I was his wife. But nothing was working. It’s been five fucking years and I haven’t heard from Gerard. He ran away and abandoned me in my misery. I hate him so much and I wish he will die and rot in misery for leaving me. That’s what he did eight years ago while I was ten. He is always disappearing and gone for so long, no one sees him.

~Sylvester~ "My darling Sylvester, by the time you read this, I would have moved far away from the north. I know we planned to spend the rest of our lives together, and I looked forward to it. Three months ago, my brother finally found his fated; she isn't his girlfriend. It left his girlfriend broken. I never want to feel that way. Your eighteenth birthday is coming soon; I am afraid she won't be me. Where will that leave us? I have decided to follow my uncle to the south; please do not come looking for me there. I hope you find your fated, and I wish you all the best. Love Susan" I lay in bed, reading the letter my girlfriend left me eleven years ago. We were in love, and everyone saw her

She had never loved again. It wasn’t a story that had been erased. It was a story that had been buried. The girl had grown old, carrying the pain inside her, never speaking of it. When she died, the memory of that lost love had seeped into the ground, into the trees, into the very air of this place. It was a story that had never been told, and so it had festered. Liora opened her eyes. Tears streamed down her face. The sadness was so pure, so personal.