For My Abandoned Love Novels & Stories

She said closing the door behind her as she walked away. Slowly I started walking to the seat in the room. There's no need to be sorry, Maya, I fell in love with someone I shouldn't even dream of being with. Love can be wicked. I thought sitting on the seat. “What do I do now?”

she said sobbing. “ My dear love , you wasted your time. I am your love. You abandoned me here just because I have no money” I said. I was really hurt. “ I am not ready to dart into that, I know you doing love me. You shew both I and my twins sister' she said. I was halted in breathing. She left me there staring as she wiggled her ass in a seductive ways. Her phone buzzed. I opened her bag to picked it. It was an unregistered number.

For in that moment, I made a silent vow to Abhay, a promise forged in the flames of a love that refused to die. I promised him that I would never love another like I loved him, that his memory would be the guiding light in the darkness of my solitude. And with that, I walked away, leaving behind the echoes of a love that once was, and the faint glimmer of hope that perhaps, somewhere in the vast expanse of time, our paths would cross once more.

he said, making Cyrille even more flabbergasted. “What are you talking about? I’m not Selena, nor am I your lover. So, stop what you’re doing right now and let me go,” Cyrille said. “No, my love, I will never let you go again,” he said as he lifted his hand and gently brushed Cyrille’s face. Cyrille desperately wanted to shove his hand away, but she couldn’t move even an inch. “What the—why am I unable to move?” The man moves even closer and closer to Cyrille’s face, which is only a few inches away; one wrong move and their lips will touch. “You’re all mine. You’ve been mine since the beginning. My love, you can never leave me again. You are always mine.”

Not to drag you into this life. But to tell you what our mother never could. You weren’t forgotten. You weren’t abandoned. You were loved. And I need to know who you are.

“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

The bartender had a Spanish accent. “I want the best that money can buy.” Ethan said. “At your service,” the bartender said in turn, walking inside the bar. Ethan turned; his gaze fixed on me with a smirk on his face. I smiled back. I brought out my phone from beneath the table. ‘I can't do this anymore.’ I typed, sending it to Dorothy. She didn't reply immediately, she must be busy talking to one of those grown ass billionaires. The text came in, I opened it faster than I thought I did.

I met his gaze, my expression serious. Arthur understood my personality, so all of his words died out in his throat. In the past, I'd willingly given up on everything and left my pack just to be with him. In the same way now, I had just as readily dropped everything and left as well. It was true that I'd once loved him, but it was also the truth that I now no longer did. Therefore, it was best if he set me free and set himself free as well. This was the best for everyone.

I whimpered, "Maxon! Maxon!" But no response came. It was then, on the unforgiving ground, that resignation washed over me like a bitter tide. I sank down, my body crumpling, tears tearing through my being as the truth of my abandonment settled upon my shoulders. The shattered trust and heartache now consumed me, each tear a jagged reminder of my broken union.

She had heard the fatal consequence that befell people who abandoned their mate. “I…” She bowed her head, then looked up at him with resolution, “I’m sorry Myron, I can’t.” I already love you, if I stay like this with you for one more week, I wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer, I think I would abandon all reasoning and choose you, she finished in her heart and just at that moment, the music ended.