H20 Delirious Break Up Novels & Stories

D asked, still looking back at him intently. He scratched his head and glanced towards the water. “Well…” he started. He was actually scrambling for the right thing to say. Because, despite the fact that he had brooded over this a lot since yesterday morning, he still had no great concept how to handle it. “It’s about the time we broke up…” he finally said. He didn’t even have to look at her to sense her tense up. “Don’t…” she said, her voice cracking. She had one hand raised. “Don’t go there.”

A thought struck my mind and my eyes narrowed down, "Wait. I have something to do first." With that, I passed around Xee and moved to the edge of the altar. Looking down at my mate, I declared for everyone to hear loud and clear, "I, Delilah Dimitri, reject you, Ethan Blackwood, as my fated mate and life partner. I refuse to have a vile and evil mate like you and I refuse to stoop lower to your level and spend the rest of my life with a disgusting piece of shit." A searing pain coursed through my chest as I felt something snapping in me. I balled my fists and forced myself to stay firm and rigid. A different type of satisfaction followed the pain as Ethan fell down to his knees in agony of t

I blurt suddenly, curious. Emma blinks at me and then blushes, I think not really used to being asked about her private life so straightforwardly. After a life with Joyce, after all, she’s probably not used to anyone asking about her thoughts or her plans at all. “Actually,” Delia says, unphased by my question (she knows me, after all) and taking Emma’s hand, “kind of…the opposite.” “What?” I breathe, sudden horrified. “Are you – you’re not – you can’t be breaking up –“ I’m completely confused – they’re so obviously together. What the hell is going on?

"What would be the point of threatening you?" Over? I let out a bitter laugh. "You think you can just decide it's over? I will never agree to sever this bond." "I'd suggest you don't make promises you can't keep. Maybe you should look up what Moonbreak Herb actually does first." Something about how calm she sounded made my stomach drop. I grabbed the bottle and read the label, and the words were crystal clear. If both mates knowingly consumed Moonbreak Herb, the mate bond would gradually weaken over thirty days. On the thirtieth day, the bond would sever completely.

He looked at her with despair. "Portia, please..." She sobbed uncontrollably as a giant pain shattered her heart. She was dead. - James stood up with his breath hitching. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, as tears streamed from his eyes like waterfalls. He looked around carefully, he began to calm down. She was in her room, it had all been a dream. -James? -asked a voice behind him. He jumped. It was Luna. He remembered everything that had happened the night before in a second.

Am I right ? Riss eyes widened but she refused to believe it . Rissa-How dare you !Are you on drugs or something. Dylan -Am not and please stop messaging me .You are disturbing me with your pathetic messages . Rissa-Dylan you are hurting me . Dylan -What did I say about not messaging me again . Rissa-Wow !Fantastic ...You know what ...It over .Am breaking up .Am tired of this . Dylan -We were never dating ,virgin girl .

“Why the f*ck are you calling me Delilah!?” Carl yelled into the phone and then it all went silent from both end of the line “sorry Mr carl I just heard that your wife is in a coma and I just called to tell you sorry About your wife, Delilah says “And now that she is out of our way for sometimes we could continue the little thing we had “ she adds “shut the hell up b*tch you are so shameless” Carl interrupted her before she could utter another he then ended the call on her

Delilah’s hips bucked hard as she orgasmed hard, biting her lip to stifle the moan, her pussy clenching and gushing fresh cunt juice around his fingers while he kept licking her through it, drinking every drop like it was nectar. “Miss Amour, are you alright?” The client suddenly asked. Delilah cleared her throat. “Yes, yes. I’m perfect. Can we do this some other time Mr. Martin? I have something really important to deal with” “Of course.” Mr. Martin said and Delilah dropped the phone instantly. The second the call ended, she yanked Jax up by his shirt and crushed her mouth to his, kissing him hard, and tasting herself on his tongue.

And I'd thrown it away. My orgasm hit. Sharp. Unsatisfying. Left me empty instead of sated. I rolled over. Pressed my face into the pillow. And cried. --- Day two was worse. Maya called. "You're avoiding someone," she said. "I'm not." "Liar. Is it the physicist?" Silence. "Delilah. What did you do?" "I left." "Left what?" "Him. After. We had sex and he said he loved me and I panicked and left while he was sleeping."

"I've really fucked things up this time. She's going to divorce me isn't she? I'm having a kid with some random model that I don't even remember sleeping with." My phone pings again. "Delilah Jones spotted dancing with Ferdinand Martin: Liam Panicking." I laugh at the irony, I am quite literally panicking as I scroll through the article heading straight for the pictures. My heart sinks to my stomach. Dels is dancing very close to him, his hands wrapped around her waist. She's gorgeous, but something about her eyes is wrong. They are empty, emotionless, and that is when I know I'm truly screwed. She doesn't care.