H20 Delirious Break Up Novels & Stories

"She still loves me and I love her. So why will I do that?" "Henry, listen well. Della and I… We can never be separated. Not by anyone and not even by fate itself! She's my Luna and that will remain the same until my last breath." I could see how his breathing became heavy as he stood up and slammed the glass of whisky on the counter, breaking it into pieces. Blood dripped from his palm as shards embeeded on his skin, but he wasn't the slightest fazed by it. "Alpha! Please, wake the hell up! It's over between you! You're only being delusional and ruining yourself in the process!" he shouted. He never done that. I guess I angered him too much.

Dahlia It is one thing to be fucked senseless by your overjealous husband, but it is another thing entirely when he buries his warm fangs deep into your neck. Yes, Derrick marked me last night. Right before he shot one final load inside me. Back then, I had drowned too deeply in my pool of euphoria that I really did not mind. I mean, you can’t blame me after the man had destroyed me with countless explosive orgasms. Now the morning has dawned, and with it, my brain is finally booting—deducing the consequences of his actions. Derrick actually marked me!

Fabian sat alone in the dark living room long after midnight, loosened tie hanging around his neck, untouched whiskey resting beside him. His phone buzzed continuously on the table. Maxine. Again. Again. Again. Fabian finally silenced the phone completely. For years, he had convinced himself Maxine was the woman he could never forget. But now? Now every call from her only reminded him of what he had destroyed. ⸻ The next morning, Claire woke up peacefully for the first time in days. No anxiety twisting inside her chest. No fear of disappointment waiting around the corner. Just silence. Soft, gentle silence.

He headed back to the Pack House, intending to finally sit Celine down and talk. The living room lights were still on. On the coffee table sat a single piece of paper and a ring. He walked over and picked up the paper. As he realized what he was looking at, it felt like a bolt of lightning had struck him. A Declaration of Dissolution. Celine wanted to sever their mate bond. His hands began to shake. His gaze fell to the ring—their wedding band, the one Celine had worn for five years. He tried to reach her through the Mind Link, but he was met with nothing but a void. She had already left the Dark Moon territory.

Delilah collapsed to the ground, too scared to look at Hazel’s flirtatious eyes, and too afraid to confront her anymore. The show was about to end. “Go on, why aren’t you talking now? If you keep dragging your big belly around in front of me to seek attention, I won’t care about your belly!” “I’ve already divorced Damon, and I have nothing to do with you. If you feel insecure, go find your Damon. If you come to me, you’ll be asking for a beating!” After speaking, Hazel tossed the wet wipe onto Delilah’s body and walked out of the restaurant, carrying her bag.

"Can you stop being so unreasonable?" "I’m begging you, Emilia. Quit being so paranoid. I told you, Jas and I are just friends!" Had any of that been true? What kind of "friend" chatted casually about lacey underwear every other day? What kind of "friend" accidentally sent bathrobe-selfies to someone else’s husband? And what kind of "friend" took time off work to go hiking with said man while his wife was home recovering from a miscarriage? And the worst of it all, I still remembered the call Jasmine made while drunk.

But as the silence stretched on, my own fears threatened to consume me. Unable to bear the silence any longer, I started blabbering, my words pouring out in a jumble. “I never not used protection, Delilah. I don't know how this happened. Maybe the condom broke or something. I didn't mean for this to happen, and I don't want you to feel like I've trapped you or used you. I would never do such a thing, Delilah, and I want what's best for you. I—” Delilah cut off my anxious rambling with a tender kiss, her lips soft and warm against mine. As we broke apart, she looked at me with tear-filled eyes, her voice steady but filled with emotions.

Delilah had slowly regained her consciousness but she was still pretty much dizzy. “There is one condition though!” Mallory suddenly interrupted when she noticed tears streaming down Dallin’s cheeks. He was ready to be struck! “Tell me what is it?” Dallin swiftly spoke, keeping his eyes on Rod, who had crawled on the bed to get even closer to Delilah. Delilah opened her eyes slowly and wriggled her wrist whilst her eyes wailed up. She was able to comprehend what was happening. “TELL ME WHAT IS THE DAMN DEAL?” once Mallory didn’t respond to Dallin, he shouted out of frustration.

(02:01am) "There's a man breaking in.."(02:01am) "Hellppp"(02:01am) "False alarm hat was just Gus"(02:05am) "I can't do this anymore... you're so far away."(04:56am) "I'm breaking up with you" (04:56am) "I'm too much,I'd damage you to."(04:56am)

he says as he takes a hit of his vape "I know and that's the problem, I didn’t think we would have this much chemistry in person. " I said, feeling slightly stressed. Matt just stood there looking as confused as ever, not really knowing what to say. “I say just fuck her and move on. It’s not like she’ll anything serious. Have fun with her now while your in Houston and just forget about her once you leave.-“ he says, only to be interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on the door.