Lost In Him Novels & Stories

His “Lost in the darkness, Shattered pieces of my broken heart, Loneliness in my soul, never thought it would heal. Then he came along. Never in million years, would I have though he would be mine? He picked up the pieces of my broken heart. He became a companion to my lonely soul. He took me by surprise. The darkest times of them all, He brought me the stars to light my path. When all I did was cry, He patiently held me in his arms. When he was not around, he would just call and listen to me runt. He doesn’t know how low I was when he picked me up. He had no clue the broken pieces he fixed .He has no idea how much of me is his .My heart belongs to him, so does my smile Even my heartbeat is

But it didn't just stop there. He also lost everything he had. He lost his properties, he got fired from his recording label, his fans left him, and nobody else would ever want to work with him anymore. His voice, which he'd always been proud of, had been ruined by an acid attack, and his face was also disfigured. He was utterly, thoroughly destroyed. He then turned on the gas stove and ended his life, holding the only photo of me that I'd taken together with him. … Cyrus and I boarded the plane to Doraway. We were going on our honeymoon.

“Fenrer, what’s happening?” He didn’t answer though. His wails continued, as if he was in desperate need of help. But I had no idea what was going on. It felt like his voice were getting distant, as if he was moving far away. Then suddenly, I could no longer hear him. There was nothing at all. “Fenrer, answer me! I’m losing you!” But there was still no answer. Nothing. I could not feel his connection nor his bond. And I began to worry.

I tell him before getting out, I wave before he winks at me. He drives away and I jog over to my friends. Mackenzie and Amber-Rose were laughing. "She said 'I did not fucked anyone," Amber-Rose told her before they broke into another dying fit of laughter "I don't get it," I tell them "Of course, you wouldn't," Mackenzie said as their laughter slightly dies We were slightly later than usual so the bell rang just then. So we proceeded to first period together, as the thought and presence of Chase lingered in my mind. Who is this man?

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

Billie Eilish, SZA, Olivia Rodrigo, all the artists who understood what it felt like to love someone who didn’t love you back the same way. “I love you, I’m sorry” played softly through my speakers. I pulled up the hidden folder on my phone. The one I should have deleted years ago. Us in his old Astoria apartment kitchen, making faces at the camera. Him shirtless, me in his t-shirt, both laughing at something I couldn’t remember anymore. Him sleeping, peaceful, one arm stretched toward where I’d been lying next to him. Me on his lap on the couch, his arms around my waist, chin on my shoulder, both of us watching something on TV.

He held his head in agony, a sound like a trapped beast wailing in his throat. He finally understood. He had completely lost his treasure.

In his place was a broken man who had lost everything that truly mattered. He won the game, they said. But no. He lost. He lost everything. And the worst part? He didn't know where to find her. She was gone. She hid herself well. She erased her existence from his life. And he was left alone in his big, empty house, with a wife he didn't trust, a child that wasn't his, and a heart full of pain and regret that would haunt him for the rest of his life. TO BE CONTINUE..

I knew I had no right to feel this agonizing rip in my chest, but hearing his name again, knowing that Jennifer had finally won him, felt like a physical blow. “Is there a problem here?” A deep and familiar voice cut through the chatter of the ballroom. It was as though the air had been sucked out of my lungs in that moment. My breath caught the moment I saw him. Five years had changed Eric in all the ways that mattered. Gone was the carefree boy who used to hold my hand beneath the rain. In his place stood a powerful, impossibly handsome man in a tailored black tuxedo, his presence commanding the entire room without effort.

Layla's POV When my father learned what had happened to me, he sent me a healing potion that even an Alpha King couldn't get his hands on. I downed it in one gulp. The wounds on my body knitted back together in seconds. But the wounds on my heart wouldn't heal so easily. Especially not when the training camp's forum suddenly flooded with videos of my humiliation. The comments stabbed at my eyes, one after another. [LMAO, that's an Omega frenzy? This is the top student in the whole camp?]