Her Bad Her Loss Huh Novels & Stories

If only I had stayed, I wouldn’t have lost her. I just lost my mate. Valerie was not where I’d left her. I just lost my mate.

Only when he mentioned children did something flicker in her eyes—pain, deep and brief. “Mr. Horden,” she said, interrupting him softly, “none of that matters anymore.” He froze. “I’ve already let go. You should too.” Her voice was calm, almost gentle. “I don’t love you anymore. You can drag me back. You can lock me up. You can even kill me if that’s what it takes. But I will never belong to you again.” She spoke each word clearly, her tone steady, her eyes unwavering. Nick’s expression faltered. Hope drained from his face, replaced by anger, then despair. She watched every shift in silence, unaffected.

His voice came groggily from the other end after exactly five rings or so. "Ashton... I'm so sorry... " She apologized whole heartedly. "I miss you so badly... That it hurts me so much at times... I'm so scared that this thing between us won't work out with the distance between us. " Her voice was as low as a whisper that he had almost missed it. "Baby, I miss you too but you have to have faith in us if you want it to work between us." he cooed softly.

he says. Was…. I lower my head. “I’m so sorry for your loss,” I say. I know it doesn’t begin to help, but what else can you say in these circumstances? “Loss,” he says, spitting out the word and almost laughing at it. “’Loss’ is not enough word for it.”

Hadassah nodded along, remembering those moments. “You can't say you're giving up on something you love just because of a single bad day. One thing about life is, we can't always be on a winning streak. We'll have days when we lose, that's what keeps us grounded, but we just have to keep trying. I would hate to see you give up on something you're so passionate about just because of one bad streak.” “But it's not just one bad streak Mum, I feel like I've been losing a lot lately. Everything keeps blowing up in my face, everything keeps falling apart. I'm sick and tired of everything!” She screamed out in frustration.

Sharper. “You’re angry,” he said. “Good. You should be.” I moved toward him again, but he raised a hand slightly—not in surrender, but in pause. “Because deep down,” he continued, his voice cutting through the tension, “you know this isn’t just bad luck.” I hesitated, just for a fraction of a second. “And you know,” he added quietly, “you’re going to lose her the same way I lost my sister.” Rage surged through me again, hotter this time, heavier.

“Shit. Shit, I shouldn’t curse. Dammit, I—“ I shut my mouth for a minute and watched her lips curve upward further. “Sorry, I’m awkward. Social anxiety and whatnot.” And what not? What the hell was the whatnot? Dammit. “It’s refreshing. My older son’s mate was…” her voice trailed off, and her eyes watered. “Sorry. It’s still new. I—nothing prepares you for losing a child.” She fanned her watering eyes again. “I’m sorry. Nothing prepares you for losing your parents, either.” My throat was tight and constricted. Her eyebrows lifted. “You buried your parents?” Oh. Shit.

I had cried all afternoon, so there was nothing left for me to shed at this point. “She won for real. Her mother must be really fighting for her in the grave?” “Please don’t bring that bitch up. She wasn’t a good person either.” My mom mumbled. She was seated beside me. Just like me, she was exhausted and out of options. “It doesn’t matter because we lost!”

"Why is she being so stubborn? Doesn't she care about my reputation? Can't she see I need her by my side? What's happened to us? Where did our love go? I've lost her. I've lost myself. How can I fix this? Must find a way to make her understand. Can't lose everything we've built." *************************************************

My chest still hurt, and every time I breathed, it felt like I was whistling through a pair of broken bellows. "I'm sorry, Dominic," I said, my voice broken and raspy. Dominic froze, and tears immediately poured from his eyes. "No, don't speak. Don't apologize. It was my fault! I was a bastard!" He then began pulling at his hair in remorse and frustration. "I never should have said that… I never should have told you to get lost…"