Letters To The Lost Novels & Stories

They were all telling her that they'd be there but they don't really know when to be there for her. Just like when her cousin Kendal used to tell her that she has got her back. Just like when her only best friend at school said that they will always be friends. Just when Fred said I'll be right here. Where are they? Gone. Kendal gave up on her. The only one whom she considered her best friend found new friends in college and forgot about her. Fred? He's probably seeking the things she could not give him, his needs. Ah fuck needs! "Stop it, Brie," she whispers to herself. "Stop thinking about those people who weren't bothered when they lost you." She sniffed, slight smoke coming from her mout

"I don't know what you're doing here, I hope this has nothing to do with Allie." Jon said when the door opened. He did not lift his head and continued typing on his HP Compaq nx9600, but saw her reflection on the glass table. "I came here to your aid, Jon. Please don't push me away," said Stephanie, he looked at her, she was wearing a powder blue dress which touched her knees and had long sleeves and round collars. She walked towards him, and asked him. "I have spoken to Adrianna, Vivian's best friend. She was one of the models from the agency where I am from and," he cut her off. "What about her?" "I know where Vivian is, Jon." he looked at her, pushed aside his laptop and stood up. He lean

She would ignite a war no one could control. But when she looked across the river at Alexander, she saw a future. A fragile, terrifying hope she couldn’t let go. --- As she walked toward the bank, time slowed down. The icy, relentless water splashed against her boots, testing her strength. Lucien’s hand darted forward, seizing her arm. She sensed the anguish underneath it though his grip was harsh. "Please fight this," he murmured, the anger laced with a deeper emotion. “I lost your mother to their lies. Must I lose you too?”

In that moment, the years I'd buried away came flooding back—years of being alone, of surviving without parents, of losing my wolf in that terrible accident. If it weren't for Constance and Cassian, who had shielded me all these years, I might have been destroyed long ago. The realization made my throat tighten painfully. I couldn't hold back anymore. I threw my arms around Cassian, burying my face in his shoulder, and sobbed. Once the tears started, I couldn't stop. All I could think about was the endless ache I'd been carrying, the kind that no amount of silence could heal. The car was still and quiet, filled only with the sound of my crying.

mode and text me, he found a single cold line in his inbox. "The divorce agreement and my resignation letter are on your desk. Don't forget to look at them when you get back." I meant it this time.

He even offered to sign a legal agreement, promising not to take a single cent from my family if I was willing to come back to him. "Laura, I want you—not your wealth. When you disappeared, I was frantic, searching for you everywhere. I only now understand that losing you was an unbearable pain for me." But my heart had long since turned cold. I would never forgive him. How could I not have known all of this already? The day my family took me from the hospital, they told me everything that happened afterward. When the hospital reported me missing, Jack had gone mad, searching through every ward and checking every surveillance camera in the area.

And in the trash can beside his chair, pieces of what looked like letterhead. I knelt and gathered the pieces, my journalist instincts taking over as I pieced them together on his desk like a puzzle. It was a letter. In Alexandro's careful handwriting, dated three weeks ago when everything between us was still broken glass and careful words. {Lauren... I don't know how to fix what I've broken between us. I don't know how to love someone without trying to control every variable that might hurt them. But I know that losing you would destroy me in ways I'm not brave enough to imagine.

She had only lost someone who was never truly hers. And that— That was freedom.

What came out was, “Did you ever want to just run? Not fight, not fix, just get lost?” Cass’s face softened, the harsh lines easing. “Every day. But lost is just another cage, Lira. At least this way, you get to pick the locks.” That night, I sat apart from the others, the letter open on my knee. I traced the words with my finger. Not a mistake. The correction.

“He said it was to clear up the misunderstanding you and I must’ve had. Something like a fresh start.” “Let me see his letter,” he asked as he stretched his hands before me. “He lost it.” “How is that even possible? Who invites someone as a main guest for an event and loses the invitation letter? Sounds like a big block of shit to me. You can tell me I’ll be absent,” Damon got up and began to stretch his muscles.