I'll Never Be Yours Novel Novels & Stories

Lucifer said to her body. He made the ground beneath her become lava and her body melted in it until it was completely destroyed. "Let's hope your brothers won't suffer the same fate as you did," . . . Today was the day that Isabelle was finally going back to work. She was very excited about finally getting back to it and rejoining the workforce. With everything that had happened with Hannah and Garin for the past few days, it was the perfect way to try and get her mind off things.

He replied. She wanted to say something but he cut her off. “Tomorrow, we’ll try to figure out how this happened but for now, go home, alright?” He said before leaving. Jennifer was upset that he was still going on this date and her brain began concocting another plan to make sure the date was a disaster. She decided to follow him to the restaurant and crash his date. ***** END OF BOOK ONE BOOK 2, TITLED; ETERNALLY YOURS II WILL BE OUT SOON. STAY ANTICIPATED!

My little sister Vanessa was obsessed with werewolf lore, convinced she was destined to marry a powerful Alpha. When Rex, the Alpha of the Firwood Pack, saved her during a riot, she thought fate had finally set its gears in motion. What she didn't know was that Rex saved her simply because she resembled what his fated mate had looked like in her youth— Helena, the Luna of the Firwood Pack. Any sane woman would've walked away. Vanessa saw it as her golden ticket to the top. She secretly mapped out Helena's usual routes, hired outlaws to stage a brutal car crash, and sprinkled silver dust—lethal to wolves—across the wreckage. Her plan? Wait for the esteemed Luna to draw her last breath, then s

he said. “And as I told you before, you don’t get to control me. I still have dinner tonight. You don't own me anymore, and I am done with this conversation,” I stood up and walked away. Julian stayed where he was. But his mind was already racing; he hated the fact that he could not control me. He wanted me so badly. I could see it in his eyes; he wanted to own me again. ELENA ----

Jade One second Ivy was crying into her hands beside our burnt couch, and the next some fat man in stained pajamas was storming down the stairs yelling like the fire personally attacked his childhood. “What the hell did your drunk mother do to my building?!” I looked up slowly because honestly my brain had already clocked out for the night. Ivy wiped her face fast and stood up. “Don’t start,” she snapped. “Don’t start?” he repeated, almost choking on the words. “DON’T START? Half the damn flat is black! The walls are ruined, the wiring’s ruined, the tenants upstairs are complaining about smoke, and your mother nearly burned everybody alive!”

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"It’s in the quiet moments—the smell of rain on old paper, the weight of truth in your bones." Amara’s throat tightened. I bleached my hair for a ghost’s legacy. For a house that feels like a museum of broken things. She looked out at the sea again, where the horizon bled into indigo. What would you say, Mama, if you saw me now? Trading your library for this gilded cage? Survival isn’t betrayal, another voice countered—sharp, pragmatic. Marcella will sell every book you love if you fail. So wear Selene’s skin. Play the part. Just… don’t forget who you are beneath it.

During our relationship, even on my birthdays, the most he would do was to have his assistant send me a random designer bag or a piece of jewelry. He never personally chose a gift, never put in that kind of effort to make me feel special. 'Where the money goes, the heart follows,' I thought to myself. And by the looks of it, Jayden never really loved me at all. I thought maybe trying on my wedding dress would help lift my mood. But the moment I stepped into the boutique and opened the door, I froze. … In front of the full-length mirror, Lunara was spinning gracefully in a wedding gown.

he said, pulling out a small box. Inside was a delicate gold necklace with a small diamond pendant. “It’s not about the wedding,” he said. “It’s about us. The real us.” I let him put it on me. “It’s perfect.” He kissed the back of my neck. “You’re perfect for me.” We danced slowly on the terrace to music from his phone. No cameras. No audience. Just us. “I never want to go back,” I whispered. “We don’t have to rush,” he replied. “But when we do… we go back stronger.”

None of them knew that the man they called devoted was preparing to turn me into a shadow: a woman who would never be made public, never acknowledged by the family, whose child would carry the label of 'illegitimate' from the moment they were born. I forced a smile, took the wedding dress, and walked toward the fitting room. "These crystal heels would go perfectly with the dress." Ellis Olsen appeared behind me, holding a pair of shoes. She smiled as she held them up against the gown, measuring them casually as if nothing had ever happened. She was still as close to me as ever, warm and familiar, like a best friend. In the past, Charles Jaspier used to take us out together: meals, camping tr