For My Derelict Beloved Novels & Stories

His eyes sparkled with reflections of the aurora, as beautiful as the sky itself. "I love you deeply and devoutly, in a way I have never felt for anyone else. You are the light in my life, driving away the shadows of my past. Since our reunion, there hasn’t been a moment when I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life with you... "I wonder if you’d give me this chance to hold your hand and walk through life together?" Before he could finish speaking, Jessica extended her hand toward him. She nodded while crying, saying, "I will."

I whispered into the void, my voice quivering with sincerity, "I vow to cherish only you. You alone, my eternal love." I awoke abruptly, drenched in a cold sweat. Nightmares plagued my restless sleep, growing more menacing with each passing night. The fear of witnessing Ginni's transformation into a monstrous apparition kept me from seeking solace in slumber. Ginni Greyback, my chosen mate, the woman who held the key to my heart. She was, and forever will be, the only woman I will ever adore. Her untimely demise came just one day after our union, a tragic consequence of the curse that had befallen my family.

Anklets (on my feet), kohl (in my eyes), Bracelets (on my hand), everything is calling out to you Come my beloved come, Your close ones are calling out to you Come, my beloved O my lover, O my partner You do not know about this I am indebted to you for so many things The amount of trust that I have in God, I have that same amount of trust in you Come ... He drank the whole bottle of whisky finding her face everywhere. His throat burn still he did not stop just started to drink heavily forgetting that his Jaan never like that smell. “JAAN. Forgive me... I have given you only pain, nothing else. Doesn't it JAAN?” He asked question from her reflection in the bottle. “But jaan, I really loved yo

His grip tightened, his forehead pressed hard to mine. “I don’t care about Marcella. I don’t care about Caleb. I don’t care about anyone in this rotten world but you. You’re the only one I’d bleed for, the only one I’d burn for. If you told me to rip my heart out and lay it at your feet, I would. If you told me to kill every last person who’s ever looked at you, I’d paint the streets red with their blood. All because you’re mine, Delilah. Mine to ruin, mine to worship, mine to keep.” His thumb traced the tear on my cheek, then pressed harder against my jaw until it almost hurt.

~Kate~ My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a tiny tin or perhaps it was just the stench of that fool’s filthy balls filling the air around me. How could he do this? Out of all the women in the world, he picked her, fully aware it would shatter me into a million pieces.

“Sex with me, so amazing All this all work, no vacation Stay up off my I*******m wit-” My phone blared loudly from its spot on my bed. Depressed thoughts now scattered from the unexpected call, I quickly searched for my singing phone, knowing exactly who was behind the call. Quickly finding it underneath my scattered papers, the pad of my pointer finger gently pressed on the vibrating green icon to accept the call.

Not my Crown, not my reign, but the parts of life I had truly craved: Calla’s trust, her willing love, and the beautiful future we had spent mere moments dreaming of together. I sank to my knees, the sand cold beneath my ruined body, engulfed by a black, suffocating wave of utter desperation. I pressed my hands into the sand, feeling the grit bite into my palms, and whispered broken apologies to the night, knowing they would never reach her, knowing they would never be enough.

The tears run freely as I let out the muffled cry I’ve been holding in as I heard another bang of the front door. ‘It’s best I’m alone, it’s what’s always best for me’ I tried calming myself down as the pain came rolling in. Every single thing I went through came back like a flash just because I loved someone. I don’t hold anything against Tristan but truly he deserves better. He can’t be with me, not with someone that keeps taking him back and front and doesn't know how to move on. Someone who doesn’t want to let go and give her trust to anyone ever again.

"My December doesn't feel the same without, come take me back. When was it when I saw you last? The last month? The beginning of December? Will I ever see you again? And if I do, will you be the same? Will you be just as forgiving? Just as sweet, honey dripping from your lips like you've spoken an octave higher? What is it that will change about you? Would you let me love it? Would you let me love you, still? Would you let me love you more than I do now? Would you let me love you more than she ever did? Would you let me love you as much as I wish I could? Would you let me in?" "Do not keep, this belongs to me." "My hand slips through the cracks of the vases and windows we painted together wi

She headed towards Damon to see what was written. Upon storm clouds I weathered, Towards brick, mortar, and sand; Oh mortal, I am tethered, Fare thee well, to hell, my land; Red - your hair brightened with blood, Red – these strings tie me to thee; Red – my eyes cast to the dirt, Tis’ my fate, the one to be; Our hearts sang and swelled with pride, Our love unrivalled by the heavens, earth, and sea; Together we will be, one in this tide,