Lagu Legend Never Die Novels & Stories

"I would never leave you. I don't think I actually could. You mean everything to me and life just doesn't make sense without you. Don't ever get tired of me." "It could never happen, baby." She started crying and he wrapped her in his arms as she cried on his chest. He held her tight to reassure her that he would never go anywhere. Not even death could separate them and he would make sure his little wolf was always safe and never felt this way about him again. He would not have the love of his life doubting him for any reason. He would not lose her due to another's jealousy. She meant too much to him or him to lose her. He knew she felt the same.

Grace then took out an invitation and a recording device. In the recording, I heard Henry and my parents excitedly discussing the grand birthday celebration and how they’d keep it all hidden from me. Henry, ever cautious, even suggested drugging me to make sure everything went smoothly. I let out a bitter laugh, feeling the cruel irony of it all. Tears fell onto the agreement papers, but I didn’t hesitate as I signed my name. "There’s nothing to reconsider. I’m voluntarily walking away." Be it the Acostas or Henry, none of it mattered to me anymore. I didn’t want anything from them. I just wanted to leave.

“For the silver in the old solar.” His mouth curved, not quite a smile. “You know,” he said lightly, “you are the only one who never sounds as though you are reciting a lesson when you speak to me.” My chest tightened in a way I pretended not to notice. “I speak plainly,” I said. “It is a habit of mine.” “A dangerous one.” I should have laughed. I should have bowed my head. Instead, I found myself saying, “Only if one listens too closely.” Silence settled between us—thick, expectant. The castle seemed to draw inward, as though holding its breath.

It was our future—bright, burning, and full of life. From then on, every winter night, whenever snowstorms swept across the Northern frontier, Xavier would stand alone deep within the snow and wind, gazing intently into the distance. His voice, carried by the wind and snow, would echo over and over again. “I have missed you in two lifetimes. In every future life, I shall never let you slip away again.”

Five years ago, Sophie Bennett and I had a lavish wedding. But for five years, she kept refusing to make our marriage legal. Every time, the reason was Daniel Pierce. He'd been born with a heart condition, she said. He couldn't handle the shock. We'd have to put off the paperwork a little longer. One day, I looked at the wedding photo on our table and finally asked, "His condition isn't going away. Does that mean you'll never legally marry me?" Sophie pointed at the photograph, disappointment written all over her face. "Ethan, I never knew you could be so heartless. Daniel and I grew up together. I can't just abandon him! Besides, we've done everything a married couple does. Is that pie

Perhaps I would have just let him go peacefully. "Liam, you are a strong man, and you must fight. Fight to live. Remember his playful glint and the smiles he wore whenever he was with you. Remember the beautiful moments you lived here on earth. Your loved ones aren't ready to say goodbye." I paused, wiping my tears away. A lump formed in my throat, but I forced myself to continue. "It's sad that it took seeing you lying lifeless for me to realize I still want you alive. I want you to fight. Fight through the darkness," I pleaded, holding onto his hands, which felt cold and numb, devoid of life.

"How can this be? It can't be true!" He tried to call me on his phone, but no matter how long he waited, the call just would not go through. "It's just a necklace. It doesn't mean it was my wife's. It could be another one just like it," Charles said, his voice shaking. He was not ready to give up. The officer pulled out something else. "We found a purse that wasn't completely burned up, and inside was the ID of the person who died." When Charles saw the ID, he stumbled back a few steps.

Not this time. I lowered my lashes, keeping my voice flat. "You're funny, Mr. Hamilton. It's just a ring. If Elodie wants it, she can have it." I fished it out of the trash and dropped it into his palm. His eyes flickered. "I'm warning you—if anything happens to Elodie, this wedding's off. Anytime." Thinking about how he'd smiled at that stupid tattoo before dying in my last life, I couldn't help but grin. "Relax."

There was no signature but only a printed message on the attached card. "Congratulations. Your dance was beautiful." She opened the box to find a rare classic vinyl record of the dance "Giselle", a version that had been out of print for years. Leona remembered that a long time ago, she had mentioned in a casual conversation at the dance club that she wished she could have this version of the vinyl record. At that time, she had been filled with longing for it. Holding the heavy record in her hands, she felt a deep emotion stirring within her.

The screen flickered, and the performance data vanished, replaced by rows of late-night chat logs documenting his harassment of me. At the same time, those two vulgar voice messages echoed through the auditorium. "Meg, you look just like your sister in that dress… Why don't you keep me company tonight? I'm so lonely." "The company's annual celebration is in three days. Ms. Eva Taylor from headquarters will be attending in person. I'm quite familiar with her secretary. If you still want that Amberton assignment, you know what to do. Fix the proposal for me." The crowd erupted into chaos.