If We Ever Stopped Talking Send Me A Song

When I was ten, Jonathan Cooper saved me and told me he would protect me for life. When I was 15, I met William Reed. He also told me he would protect me forever. Yet, the year I turned 23, the two men who swore to always keep me safe threw me into the ocean for the sake of their true love.

Love was never safe. But with him... it’s beautifully dangerous. Soren has never known peace—only pain. Abused by a father who broke him. Abandoned by a mother who vanished without a backward glance. And betrayed by the man he once called home. Now, he doesn’t believe in love. Doesn’t believe in rescue. He survives. That’s all. Then Travian enters his world. Cold eyes. Quiet power. A patience that feels like a threat. He doesn't ask for Soren’s trust—he claims it. Slowly. Roughly. Completely. Travian sees the fire beneath Soren’s scars. And he wants it all. But just as Soren begins to let him in, the past strikes back—vicious and unforgiving. Kidnapped. Caged. Forgotten. Soren is thrown into the hands of the monsters he thought he escaped. But Travian isn’t the type to walk away. He’ll rip through hell, drenched in blood, to bring Soren back. Because Travian doesn’t just want his heart. He wants his rage, his darkness, his surrender. And this time, love won’t save them. It’ll destroy everything in its path.

Jane lived her entire life in the shadows. All this time, she only knew how to bend her head down, to make sure she wouldn't offend anyone or caught eyes as she worked for her aunt and uncle as a laundry maid. Until one day she was kidnapped and sold. "Our young master is blind." the butler announced to her. "And he would need entertainment." "Entertainment...?" Was this a child? "Without entertainment... our young master could get violent." Jane turned stiff as she saw beyond the closed door, a face of a man who was smiling back at her with his gleaming platinum blond hair. The way he looked at her felt almost as if he could see her even though he's blind.

"I've never wanted to taste anyone as bad as I want to taste you " He whispered against my neck, kissing me there sensually. He is gentle, yet his grip on my neck is firm. I've never felt this unfamiliar feeling, is this lust? My back arches, as my core throbs against his hard abs, and a soft moan escape my lips. "Just let go beautiful. I will be gentle, you are safe with me." A 21year old Timika, catches the attenion of the Alpha of the BLOOD STONE PACK, while visiting family. But there is more to the beauty than meets the eye. She has a hidden past, and will be hard to win over. With only dreams of her future Fated Mate's golden eyes, one who will play a vital role once her secret comes to light. Will she be tempted to let her guard down and give into the attraction she feels for the tall, dark and handsome Alpha? Alpha Arkham Stone is nearing his thirties and has had a lot of back and forth regarding his Fated Mate. Whe he decides he will choose his own Luna, the new pack member seems to pique his interest. Will he be able to win her over? When he seems to fall for the girl he tries to pursue. Dreams he has forgotten about suddenly return. Dreams of his Fated Mate and her beautiful voice, awakening feelings he has supressed for years. With the pressure of a prophesied responsibility, Arkham is forced to make a hard decision. With magic covering up more than a hidden past. Will their connection be enough to bring them to their Fated Mates? Or will the very thing that is meant to protect Timika, be the same thing to rip her heart to pieces?

My younger sister, Mindy Sampson, has a rare blood condition. She needs regular blood transfusions and a bone marrow transplant. My husband, Ian Huffman, and I are matches. My mother says we should draw lots. Whoever draws the short stick will become Mindy's blood donor. In the next five years, I am always the one who draws the short stick. Because of constant blood draws and bone marrow extractions, my body breaks down. Before I die, I stumble upon Ian holding Mindy and saying, "Cindy is so stupid. There are only short sticks in the container. Every time, we let her draw first. How could she ever get a long one? "She is going to die without ever knowing you are not sick at all. Once she dies and we get the insurance money, we can travel the world." When I open my eyes again, I am back in the fifth year after Mindy is diagnosed. I look at the container of sticks on the table and smile. Then, I look at Ian and say, "This time, you draw first."

My husband has slept around thousands of times, yet he has never agreed to a divorce. His family calls me a low-class nobody who's unfit to be seen. Five years ago, the first time I asked for a divorce, Hugo Hudson said nothing. He simply locked me inside the villa for a full month. A month later, I discovered I was pregnant. Three years ago, I brought it up again. That very night, Hugo returned to his family's estate. Soon after, I was granted the right to see my child once a week. Today is the third time. And this time, I can finally leave. Because I've realized something at last: my child doesn't love me, and my marriage was never real to begin with. I'm no different from the women he keeps outside. When we met again later, Hugo's eyes reddened the instant he saw me.

The day I signed the divorce papers, I voluntarily gave up custody of my daughter. Because that day, in the courtroom, she clung to her father’s neck, sobbing with all the fury a six-year-old could muster: “You don’t even love me… do you? If you leave Daddy, I’ll stay with him… and you’ll be all alone forever!” In my past life, I had ignored her childish threats. I fought tooth and nail for her custody. I poured every ounce of myself into raising her. And yet… she spent her entire life hating me. Not once did she ever call me “Mom” until the day I died. On her wedding day, she even invited her father’s mistress to the stage to give a speech of thanks. Now, opening my eyes again, seeing that same cruel little face staring back at me, I simply nodded. “I don’t care.” After all… I never wanted a daughter like her anyway.

My mate, Kane Blackwood, was the most feared Alpha in the Northlands. For three years, he treated me like something that belonged to him. He would drag me into his arms on the stone steps after moon rituals, pin me against the wall in Blackthorn Keep’s long corridors, and bite the mark on the back of my neck beside the patrol trails in the border woods, as if he needed everyone to remember exactly whose Luna I was. I used to think that was his way of loving me. Rough. Possessive. Lacking tenderness. But love, all the same. Until one night, I stopped outside the council hall and heard an elder say in a furious voice, “Those charcoal sketches on the black market were released by your people, weren’t they? Every one of them is of you and Elena in bed. She has become a joke across the pack. Do you even understand what you’ve done?” There was a brief silence. Then Kane said, coldly, “She is the Luna the council chose for me. She is not the woman I wanted.” I stood frozen outside the door. All those years, I thought his roughness meant he loved me too fiercely to be gentle. But it was never love. It was humiliation. Punishment for taking the place of the woman he actually wanted. I lowered my eyes to the moonstone bracelet on my wrist, the one he had clasped there the day our mating contract was sealed. If that was all I had ever been to him, then I would leave.

In the tenth year of my marriage to a genius pianist, I came down with a strange illness. A month ago, my husband missed my birthday party to care for his ailing sister-in-law. Night after night, I had waited for him to return home. But that night I forgot to wait at all and went to bed early. Half a month ago, he attended an important performance with his sister-in-law. I had always been petty and prone to jealousy, yet this time I didn't get angry. I simply went home in silence. Three days ago, I fell seriously ill with a burning fever. My husband rushed back from out of town in a panic—but only to tend to his sister-in-law, whose hand had been scalded. When we ran into each other at the hospital, I was strangely calm. I, who used to be fiercely jealous, felt nothing at all. I forgot the promise we had made to grow old together. I even forgot how he once fretted over me for days when I'd scraped a bit of skin. It wasn't until he said he wanted to bring his sister-in-law home and take care of her for the rest of his life that I—my memories riddled with holes—summoned the system at last. "I want to go home."

The marriage of Marcus Stephen and Elysia Alice is a sale, for Marcus Stephen to strengthen his position in the Stephen and Stephen family. “Marcus Stephen, you are the one forced in this love… Me too. We go together for good. After a year, everyone went their separate ways, owed no one. ” The sentences and words that Marcus Stephen said were very simple, but he did not know that seemingly simple sentences were arrows that pierced her aching heart. It is often said: "Love is a game where whoever loves more loses..." And she was destined to be a loser from the very beginning. She secretly loved him, secretly loved him for a long time, a love that seemed forever without hope. Marrying him, I thought I was the luckiest person in the world. She thinks that she can have feelings for him, he will move and return her feelings even a little. When she had a baby with him, he thought he would turn to look at her a few times. But… it was forever just her thoughts, the word “thinking” would never come true. She was obstinate in her feelings, also stubbornly carrying the pain of leaving, stubbornly giving birth. People often say "Only when you lose it do you know what is important". When she goes to find her cherished love, that's when she disappears. What will this love story, two people who have experienced tragedy do to each other?