Her Bad Her Loss Huh Novels & Stories

It'd always represented my last wall of defense. "Aster, no…" Aubrey tugged at my hand, likely understanding what I was about to do. She was scared things would get out of hand, scared that her perfect family would break apart. I patted her hand and said firmly, "Some losses are necessary to keep our lives in good order, Aubrey." I slowly looked up to meet the gazes of Tristan, Anastasia, and Ophelia. With a sneer, I called out to Tristan. "Are you really sure you don't know who we are, Tristan? Are you sure you want to risk the rest of your life for these two women?"

A thousand needles pricked at her chest at once. She moved quickly, kneeling beside the wheelchair, bringing her face to his level. Her hands cradled his small ones. “ Listen to me,” she said, soft but firm. “ Never—ever say that again. I am not a horrible person and I would never lea...leve you.” Caro's voice trembling. His eyes shimmered with tears. “ But Daddy said —” “ I don’t care what Daddy said.” Her voice cracked. “Sometimes people say things because they’ re angry, or they want to hurt others. That doesn’t make it true.”

' 'The harsh reality has slapped me in the face. Leigh let out a mirthless laugh, a bitter combination of irony and pain. "Well, it seems luck isn't on my side tonight. Not only did I lose my chance to get my bag, but I also carry a broken heart. How funny, isn't it?" Her words carried a touch of sarcasm, an attempt to mask her inner turmoil. Yet, her tears continued to flow, a silent testament to the anguish that consumed her soul.

he said as he recalled what had happened sometimes back “I am so sorry but can’t realize what she lost maybe later and it will be too late to mend, it seems like we both dated idiots” she said while laughing and before Dylan cold reply, her phone rang

Was she fucking joking? “Hey babe, what’s wrong with you, damn you’re uptight this even-“ “Do you have any idea what I have lost?” she gave me a puzzled expression “Forgive me oh legendary one if I cannot share in your self-centered and selfish achievement, please have mercy if when you were closing a deal worth millions of dollars, I was waiting for you to come get me, while my family casted me out and my mother planned my funeral, while I had to live like a ghost because according to rumors I am supposed to be six feet under” I could feel tears forming but I refused to cry in front of her, I wouldn’t cry.

“But she’s just seven… why—“ “Sometimes, bad things happen to good people. It doesn’t make it right but… it’s not something we have control over.” He responded, “I don’t think she will make it… it’s too late to tell her to fight for life when there’s nothing for her to fight for.” “What about her parents? I didn’t see their details while putting the document in place.” His gaze went down to his ipad on his table but i knew he wasn’t really seeing it. “She lost them, two months ago to cancer.”

Questions swirl around your head with no answers, affecting your self-esteem and ruining your confidence in yourself. “She left without leaving any explanation. Nothing. I was filled with all the what-ifs and what could have been. I kept questioning my worth as a man. But now, I realized it was her loss, not mine.” I nodded while I tapped Marcus’ back in an effort to alleviate a little of the pain he was feeling. I know I cannot make him feel better except to listen while he tries to sort out his feelings and thoughts. “Yes, Marcus. It was never your loss. She let go of a good man. Now, forgive yourself for loving someone undeserving.” I told him and bit my lip because I couldn’t push bac

"Neil, did you really think I'd fall for your nonsense again? The second I left, you went crying to my mom to back you up. Honestly, I'm glad I broke your leg. God knows what you would've done to Martin otherwise." With that, she hung up. I listened to the beeping that followed, gripping the phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white before helplessly loosening my grip. I should have known I'd lose when I made that wager with Margaret three years ago. I just never imagined I'd lose this badly. I had intended to quietly wait until it was time to leave. But the very next day, Kate and Martin came storming back into the house. Kate's eyes were bloodshot, and her clothes were disheveled. It

- I say and the room goes quiet again. “I had an Heir and I lost it” - I say and I can feel tears burning my eyes.

I watched as he kept clicking his gun, throwing it aside before making a grab for another. Only to realize, there was no more. “No” I mumbled, tears now dripping down my face. “Sad really, how stupid my son can be. How stupid a girl can make him” Beckett sighed, leaning forward and shutting the screens off. “Why would you do this?” I said, my voice wobbly, “What sick person does this to their own son!?” I shouted, not caring what would happen to me. I had lost. I had already lost.