Novel & Cerita Kata Serpihan Hati

“Judas—” “This fucker is crazy!” Anya’s voice followed. But I couldn’t hear them. He existed only. Not even me. ‘I don’t want to hurt you anymore, ptichka.’ And my heart shattered, breathing accelerated, wind blow coldly and everything in me broke as the still burning cigar slipped through his fingers and hit the floor with a sickening flicker. My eyes widened and I didn’t know what came over me, but I tried to reach him, to tell him I hated him, that I loathed him, that I never wanted to see him again… but not at cost of his life. Not at cost of anyone’s life.

The words were like ice shards which pierced Luca's heart into a million pieces, leaving it cold and numb. Lucas knows damn well that Katerina let the past go. However , there was this stupid part of him that thought maybe…just maybe, there was a part of Katerina that still held onto the tiny pieces of the past. Hearing the words come straight from her mouth was like a stab on his heart, crashing the tiny glimmer of hope.

“What am I supposed to do?” “You’ll know when the moon turns red,” Serene said. She looked up at the sky, where the pale moon was slowly eclipsed by a bruising crimson. Her smile turned sad. “My time is up, Tamara. But I need you to do something for me. Something for the one still fighting.” “Anything,” I promised. “Tell Kat that I will always love her,” Serene whispered, her form drifting away like smoke. “And tell her… tell her to stop being so stubborn and let people in.”

She died instantly. Althea began to scream, "divide yourself! Turn to your back! Face the front!" She kept directing, meanwhile, the fleeing werewolves had turned to them in fury too. The moon was full. Althea quickly went the way of Connor to attack him but he howled dangerously and charged at her. Althea threw her silver head spear but it missed him. He soon held her and smashed his head with a heavy stone.

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

"I don't know what I'm offering, Cyrus. I don't know if I can separate wanting you from needing you as distraction. I don't know if—" "Then don't know," Cyrus said. "Let it be uncertain. Let it be situational and structural and transformational all at once. I'm not asking for category, Arthur. I'm asking for experiment." "Experiment," Arthur repeated, tasting the word. "Hypothesis: we might fit. Method: spend time together without crisis. Variables controlled: no hospital, no racetrack, no Theo for two hours." Cyrus raised his coffee cup, a toast. "Current data: I want to kiss you. I won't, because you're still deciding if you want to be wanted. But the data is clear."

I want everything she wants, everything she loses. She breaks the kiss and a sudden retreat takes place in me . I don't know why I am feeling regret. It's just a kiss. But I do feel it. she look at me deep in my eyes. maybe finding something which she never find in my eyes not because she is the girl I hate the most but because of the mess I am in.

“Serena…” “To break the curse,” she continued, her expression torn between agony and resolve, “I must break myself.” The chains around her heart trembled, cracking, splintering with each word. And with every crack, her body flickered more violently—sometimes Serena, sometimes a silhouette of Fenris’s snarling wolf. “No!” Elias roared. “Don’t! You don’t have to do this!” He reached for her through the bond, but there was nothing, only the echo of her voice.