Her Bad Her Loss Huh Novels & Stories

“So, Harry, I'm really sorry but I have good news and bad news about your eyes” My heart almost stopped at that but I had to summon up the courage for my family. “Which one first?, Good news or bad news?” “Give me the bad news first” “Okay, from the accident, shreds of glass entered your eyes and that is really bad. I'm sorry Harry, you've lost your vision” Swallowing hard, I replied “what's the good news?”

Harah immediately took her triplets after packing. Harah tried to stop her tears from falling. The pain that Harah felt at that time was unbearable. Harah seems to be back to her old self. Used to be weak and defeated. Harah lost her self-confidence again. Harah could not accept that at that time. She failed in love again. The person she thought would make her win over everyone let her down. The person she thought she would be with for the rest of his life. She got hurt and disappointed. Her heart got broken ito pieces and she's feeling down.

“I’d like to meet her one day. She sounds nice if she’s anything like you.” Suddenly Iva looks away. Her face changes completely. The smile fades and she looks really sad. “Oh no! Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry if I– Iva forces a smile but it looks painful. She swallows hard, like the words are stuck. “Actually I lost her.” My hands fly up to cover my mouth. Shock hits me hard. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea.”

, and she is sure that nobody has seen her wearing it within the hotel premises. Jon was a bit shocked. "The... The necklace?" "Yes," she answered with a smile. "The one you gave me on my nineteenth, you see Jon, I don't know what you may think, but I never wanted to lose it, as I've already lost you," she is becoming dramatic with her tone, but bit her lip and was trying her best not to laugh. "Oh, um. I didn't expect that you still have it. I'll do what I can, I promise." He was trying to assure her that everything will be alright. "Will see you in the morning, Viv. First thing," he hung up, trying to keep her calm. Stephanie was obviously frustrated, handed back his drink as he said, "Tha

He held his head in agony, a sound like a trapped beast wailing in his throat. He finally understood. He had completely lost his treasure.

She let out a gasp at his revealing that he had lost his mate and children in the last rouge attack. “E kala mai iaʻu no kou nalo ʻana e kuʻu hoaaloha (I am so sorry for your loss my friend)…ma laila ka ʻeha no kekahi manawa, akā ikaika ʻoe (the pain will be there for awhile, but you are strong.)” She sighed “ʻAʻole nō wau e lilo ana iā Romero a me Baudouin ( I am still not over losing Romero or Baudouin.)”

I said to her “Well, that's kind of you to say that" She replied "I meant it" I said to her but I had the opposite in mind “I'm sure the bill will say otherwise" She said laughing "Sorry" I said to her with a smile "No, no" She replied “This is a good day then" I said to her, yet very unhappy about the situation “I know this is disappointing for you" She said feeling sorry that I lost a client but I feel like I lost more than my client, am I going to also lose my Liam? will I ever see him and his smoking masculine body again?

The neighborhood was quiet in the morning, the heat not yet serious, the wide streets of the kind of wealth that bought space between things. “Tell me about the miscarriage,” she said. I looked at the pavement ahead. “Mom.” “You’ve never told me properly. You called me, you said it had happened, you said you were fine and then you changed the subject and I let you because you needed me to.” She kept walking, her pace steady. “I’ve been carrying that for three years. I think you have been too.” She wasn’t wrong. I told her.

"Nothing you need to worry about." She studied my face. "That doesn't look like nothing." I smiled and reached for her water bottle. "Drink." She accepted it but continued watching me. "Was it Kennedy?" I didn't answer immediately. She took a sip. "Zane." "His company is struggling." Her eyebrows lifted. "How badly?" "He's losing clients." A small smile appeared on her face, but she didn't say anything. She didn't need to. I knew exactly what she was thinking. After everything Kennedy had put her through, there was probably a part of her that found some satisfaction in watching the life he had built without her begin to crumble.

I said aloud, intending to get the attention of the couple seated at a table next to us, Leland and Rhian. Part of the information Zuro had provided me with was the schedules of Leland. I knew he'd come to this restaurant with his wife Rhian because they always frequent here, so I made plans to meet them indirectly. "Did you lose someone?" Rhian asked in a cracked voice, evidence that she's been crying non-stop since her father's demise. "Yeah I did," I replied facing her. "I lost my dad, although not recently, but I know exactly how it feels to lose a loved one," I said sadly. "My dad was my best friend."