From Your Backup To His Beloved Novels & Stories

"I have been waiting. It hurts so bad...Please, make it go away...Beloved. I need you so much." Herod winced inwardly. Beloved. If she was lucky, that word would be lost in the haze of rut, and Daemonikai would not remember it afterward. The grand king pulled back slightly, his broad shoulders shielding her nakedness from the prying eyes of the soldiers. "Mine," King Daemonikai stated in a possessive tone that brooked no argument. “Yours,” she cried softly, trembling. “I am yours.” The grand king gave them all a last thunderous glare, before he lifted her effortlessly, and stormed towards the cottage.

“You aren’t ever leaving again?” “Of course, princesses!” He says against my ear, “now I have come to take you to where you rightfully belong. Beside me as the woman after my heart and the mother of my unborn baby?” He cups my tummy and presses a kiss on my lips, “I have missed you, my love” “I have missed you too” I press another kiss on his lips again, “this time around, I won’t let you leave again” “But you know we have a lot on our plate right? Bastian is dead but we still have a lot of work”

"What's so great about her that you have to get along with her? She's heartless and offers no help to you. Why cling to her?" Her words made her stance very clear. Trevor wasn't dense—of course he understood what she meant. But how could he possibly be content with that? He still had a backup plan.

I sent it back to him and bumped our noses together. I love you more. The End.

He stood, lifting Serena into his arms with reverence. He looked down at me—curled, pale, clutching my stomach. "Stop embarrassing yourself," he said coldly. "Get up." "I need to tell you something…" My voice shook. "Not now." He turned to the crowd, voice ringing with authority. "Serena has returned. She is the savior of this Pack—and the only woman who holds my heart." Cheers erupted. I disappeared. As he passed me on the way upstairs—to our bedroom—he paused. "Clean this up," he said to the servants, gesturing at me.

I tempered my smile. “You buried that ‘home’ with your own hands. The day I left, was it Michael’s birthday? “You broke up with him on the surface, yet secretly sent him money, bought him expensive cars and watches, didn’t you?” I spoke bluntly, naming her deeds. Her face paled, guilt flashing in her eyes. She clutched her head in anguish. “I can’t let him go. But you must know, the person I truly love is you. Come back with me.”

His hand brushes mine, his touch a firm anchor, and I feel his love, a shield against the shadows of my past. His presence stirs a memory—Julian’s voice in a New York café, soft as he promised to stand by me through every storm. “Something came back,” I say, turning to him, my voice bright, a smile blooming. “You, in that café, saying you’d face anything for me.” His eyes soften, his smile echoing mine. “I meant it,” he says, his fingers grazing my cheek, warm and sure. The memory, vivid and uplifting, weaves another thread into my heart, the woman Lucas scorned, my parents traded, now thriving in Julian’s love.

I kissed her back, deepening the harmony of our lips. Fate had truly given me such a beautiful blessing. And that was Val, my beloved mate—— the one who completed my soul and the beginning of my everything. .......

he paused, staring deep into her eyes, he had always loved her, and has never stopped loving her, but kept to his feelings in the fear of losing her, now, there was nothing to lose, " Cora you're the only woman I have loved, even after you left Britaris, I was never able to touch another woman, even when I did, I never felt the warmth I felt with you, bow I have you in my arms again, do you seriously think I'll let you go, just like that, so you'll go running off to another man, no Cora…I'll give you all the love there is to offer, you were already mine, now you'll be officially mine.." he voiced out.