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she smiled a me and got up from the spot she sat. She came to be and held my shoulders from behind. The moon light was on us and she opened her mouth to suck my soul from my body. My tears, they dried and stained my face yet this woman showed no mercy. My soul begin to suck and i flet like beind drained out of my body. It trebled on the pole and she was enjoying every moment of it. When the darkness appeared in my eeys, i knew it wa smy time to say goodbye to the world, but i hope i had enough time to see everyone at one last time. I wished i had met my mate one last time. I had kissed him one last time, or maybe i had made love with him one last time. As the tear escaped form my eyes and t

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

“ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.” AUTHOR'S NOTE: ENDING THIS BOOK HERE, WILL COME BACK WITH A SEQUEL.

She was his fiance for almost a decade does the relationship seem no value to him? As she lay in bed, the memories flooded back - the fear, the pain, the violation. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to claw her way back to the surface. And the worst part was the lack of remorse in his eyes, the callous indifference to her suffering. It was as if he had no soul, no humanity left within him.

Larry grappled with the paradox of love and loss, finding solace in the shared memories while wrestling with the poignant reality of a world forever altered by Sophia's departure. In the aftermath of Sophia's departure, Margaret, a woman who had weathered the storm of losing her husband to a fatal car accident years ago, found herself thrust into the depths of an unimaginable grief once again. The echo of her past loss reverberated within the walls of her home, the very same walls that now bore witness to the hushed solitude of her mourning.

“You have spent a few weeks with me and I thank the stars every day that I was able to meet a young lady like you. But if I continue to keep you here with me, I fear you might not be able to achieve all of the great things deposited in you.” Elise was not sure how to respond, as she stared at the pamphlet that Granny Jasmine had handed to her, after calling her out to sit with her. “Where did you get this from?” Elise asked, stretching out the pamphlet, but the old woman brushed it away with a light wave of her hand. “My dear, that’s not important now. Just listen to me and attend this retreat.” Unsure how to react, Elise’s lips twitched as her eyes refocused on the papers taking in the word

"And I’m going to reach Morrigane before it does. Not with soldiers. Not with traps. Not with proof in a ledger." I lifted the letter slightly. "With this." A breath. "And the truth." I looked down at the page again, at the ink that had waited a hundred years for this moment. "And I’m going to trust," I said, "one last time… that the deepest thing in the old world isn’t purity. Or strategy. Or even a blood-oath." My fingers tightened faintly on the paper. "It’s grief," I said. "It has always been grief." I raised my eyes. "And grief, when it’s truly seen… is the one thing I have never failed to move."

And finally his tight hug each time she get to have one. She shut her eyes and shifted to her wolf. She howled to the moon, pouring her sorrow out. She didn't hold back, soon Nathan joined and all the wolves are howling for the lost of their hero. When he was among them, they never acknowledged him, they treated him like the east favourite slave. Now he was gone, their heart grieved for him. Even in death sadness was his last expression. Hello guys! Usually this book is on wattpad. But here it is. I'm glad it made it to good novel. I hope you,re enjoying it. If so. Follow me on twitter. @Oluna151

Muhammad nodded his hear wordlessly and headed to the ablution section, when he was done with prayers, he headed back to his office while Abubakar simply patted his back before heading off to his car ready to go home. His phone was lying on his table but he didn't bother giving it a second look, his thoughts were solely on how Amirah would take the news, ya Allah! He really didn't want to be the bearer of bad news. He remembered years ago his fiance lying on the hospital bed, sick and dying yet he couldn't do anything, he'd tried his best but it hadn't been enough for the night her parents had finally convinced him to go home and rest, Jamila had died, he hadn't even been there as she took h

I guess I now understand what ‘soon’ means: It has no end. With the weight of grief upon my shoulders, I found myself unable to endure the reminders of my shattered life within the confines of Nikita's house. With nothing left to look forward to, I quietly sneaked away, tears streaming down my face, desperate to find a purpose amongst the overwhelming pain. It was then, in the depths of my sorrow, that the fates carved a path for my redemption.