I Will Never Be Yours By Melan Pamp Novels & Stories

He raised one hand, and the door swung shut. Outside, he held Chelsea in his arms, comforting her in a gentle voice. Inside, my muffled screams filled the room until I bit through my tongue. There were too many of them. One after another, they crushed me beneath their weight like boulders. Pain. Tears. Blurred faces. Everything spun together before my eyes. I blacked out. Then, I woke again. My entire body had gone numb with pain. Curled into myself, I could not stop shaking.

He snapped, his voice twisted with obsession. "I can! I can give her the best life–one hundred times better than anything you could offer!" My fingers tightened around the bottle in my hand, knuckles turning white. My voice was icy, sharp with finality. "And your ‘best life' is built on lies and betrayal? Tracy isn't a bargaining chip in your power games. I won't let her relive my past." The roar of the rain could not drown the tremor at the end of my words, but it could not hide the sudden, bloodshot red that flooded Charles's eyes.

"Just look around. The royal marriage officiant isn't here, and some of the elder council members are missing too. That couple is probably just arguing!" The royal members whispered among themselves. "Hmph, I don't believe that—" Liam did not get to finish his speech. I entered the hall, dressed in an elegant black gown. I was accompanied by the royal marriage officiant and a group of elder council members. "Sofia! How dare you?" Liam clenched his fists in fury. But I didn't spare him a single glance. I stepped onto the stage and spoke calmly, "Thank you all for attending our mate bond dissolution ceremony. I willingly relinquish my position as Luna of the Snowdrifter Pack and divorce Liam."

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Mokunfayo Badmus: You are not their mother, You are not my mother, You're not a mother, You can never be a mother… Weeks after the altercation with both Mike and my nephew, those words they'd left in wake of their cruelty still haunted me in both my sleep, my subconscious and even my wide-eyed consciousness.

pensé, cuando el vocalista agarro su guitarra y se sentó en un banco en el escenario y empezó a tocar una canción, que recordé como si la hubiera escuchado el día de ayer y vinieron a mi mente recuerdos que pensé que ya había olvidado, pensé en ¡Dilan! You are the ideal person I want to stay with I will never do you wrong You've become so indispensable You call yourself my other half And I want you here by my side No one can ever match you Even if it sounds exaggerated You are the most important thing The best thing that ever happened to me. I found my good luck Just by loving you And I want to stay Forever My Love Embraced to your waist You became my madness. I found my good luck And I'm go

After we get engaged, the six of us plan one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my best friend, Vera Lambert, suggests a game called the "24-Hour Couple Challenge." We each draw a card. Anyone with matching symbols has to spend the next 24 hours acting like a couple. Whoever draws a blank sits out and gets stuck taking photos and carrying everyone else's bags. I'm the unlucky one in the first round. My fiancé, Joshua Renfrow, and Vera both draw the moon. They hold hands as they watch the sunrise, while I trail behind them carrying their bags. The second round goes exactly the same way. I get another blank, while Joshua and Vera draw matching roses. This time, they have t

She kept mumbling, “I’ll never betray Julio’s love. We’re going to sign our marriage papers tomorrow. I just want to be with Julio right now! Let me go! Sean, let go of me. I’m going to see...” He interrupted her mid-sentence with a kiss to stop her from saying things that he did not like to hear. Finally, she gave in to the rush of desire. She was disappointed in herself for giving in to temptation, but she could not resist it. She liked it when he touched her. In the fog of desire, she knew that it was too late for her body to stop. “Sean, get off from me! Go! Julio, help me! Julio, help!” With tears of distress, she called out for Julio in a panic. Sean did not wish to see her cry, but he

But tears seeped anyway "What if he's right? What if I'm not even mine to give?" Jamal reined back hard enough to catch my eye. His fingers cupped my face, his thumb swiping my tears away. "Listen to me. You're not his and you're not anyone's. You're Melissa and you're mine because you chose me. Nothing makes this any less true. Not him, not your father and not anyone."

Now, they knew I knew everything. Henry’s trembling hands flipped through the stack of photos in the box while my mom’s fingers hovered over the play button on a voice recorder. Three distinct voices, clear and unmistakable, played through the speakers. They talked about how they hid the plans for Bear’s birthday party from me, how they drugged me, and how they’d already discussed making Bear Henry’s adopted son in the future, all out in the open. My life and my emotions had been carefully manipulated and controlled. I was the biological daughter and the legitimate wife, yet none of the people I cared about had ever truly cared about me.