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Frustration like a spider, I knew it would drive me to live as if it were dead. All the words of love that shined like stars in me disappeared like stars falling from the sky in the darkness that descended on me. The taste of loving Edim had turned into a bitter poison...

I was shocked at the revelation how could i have been so stupid i had walked right into a trap. " now now don't beat your self up dear Isabella I'm impressed and I'm not easily impressed I've been watching you for a while now and i'v seen what you can do your the kind of person i can work with a someone who goes for what they want, your brave ill give you that manipulating poor Adrian to get into the auction so you could steal my diamond is the kind of thinking that makes you a useful asset or a potentially dangerous opponent an opponent i could dispose of right now". He says eyes going red as he looked at me. As i looked into his eyes i know the feeling that his enemies felt when they saw t

Maybe even understanding. “Pity,” he repeated. I nodded. “I can stand anger. I can stand indifference. But pity? It makes you small. Makes you feel like you’ve already lost before you’ve even had a chance to fight.” I glanced at him, his eyes hadn’t softened — but something inside them shifted. The man everyone said was cold, ruthless, untouchable… he looked at me like he knew exactly what I meant. “I understand,” he said quietly. “No one here would ever dare pity you.”

Lore sadly said. I nodded my head. Maybe that's how powerful love is. It can change a person, can kill and give life. That love can also be a poison. It's good to feel but it has a dangerous revenge. The heart of a woman is truly sensitive and vulnerable, it can crack just by a single pain and sometimes that crack will eventually turn into big and hatred will be soon felt.

His mother was alive. He had buried her. He had grieved her the way he had grieved his father, with the specific compressed efficiency of a man who does not let himself fall apart where anyone can see it, and both of those losses had been manufactured by the same network, and he had been carrying them for years without knowing they were constructed. I crossed the room. He looked up when I reached him and I stood directly in front of him and his eyes came up to mine and there was something in them that I had not seen all night, something unguarded in a way that Kae Armstrong did not do in front of anyone.

You've known me for how many years, have I ever ever done or said anything disrespectful to you or sexualized you in anyway he questioned. My facial reaction changed because that was true, No you haven't, I agreed. but you do have naked pictures of women in your files, you thought I didn't feel bad about that, but I overlooked it cus I LOVED you! You've ruined me! Thank you soo much! I love you for that! First the “physical violence” video, then accusing me of drugs I'm getting punished for…. He tried to interrupt Let me finish! I cut him off immediately. A big thank you, Mason Kendall Jones! I turned to the people in the court, yeah yeah record! That's all you all are good at, raise the pho

Why? What sin did I do to deserve such a heartless punishment? I loved a werewolf. Is love a sin? If so, God is the one to be punished for giving me the ability to love a beast. God, including your Moon Goddess, is the one to blame, not me or my baby. Mark my words, you will pay. You will pay for the slow death my baby and I are suffering now. You will regret the minute you left me to die, tied up here, on this tree.

but the triplets have never been the ones to retire to that. “Love is a weakness. Love is a curse, portrayed as a gift. Love is a pain that disguises itself as pleasure, just so we don’t realize how hurtful it has wounded us until it has broken our hearts. Love hurts us continuously, yet we embrace it. Love is a pain. And most of all, love is so powerful it locks you in continuous pain of betrayal and dependence, and you still crave for it.” “Why?” Kieran whispers as they all stop in front of their dying uncle.

" My throat tightened. "No, baby. He ' s gone. He died a long time ago. " "Did the bad lady kill him? Like she wanted to kill us?" "Yes. " "I hate her. " "I know. But hating people, it doesn 't make things better. It just makes us hurt more. " "What makes things better?" I pulled her close. "Love. Family. Being kind even when the world isn 't kind to us. " "Like you ' re being kind to me?"

“To put it bluntly, I understand, but think rationally. Your sister destroyed that woman’s life; she took her husband and sent her to prison for four long years!” “Mom…” I attempted to interject. “Don’t interrupt me!” she snapped. I quickly fell silent. She rubbed her temples. “As I was saying, that woman got out of prison, and suddenly your sister’s life fell apart, and now she’s sleeping with you. Can’t you see the connection?” she pressed. “Think carefully before you respond, and use your brain, not your dick.” I lowered my eyes, she was advising me to avoid using the word ‘love.’