روايات وقصص ضمن Lost In Him

"Leave it to me." I didn't know exactly what he did. All I knew was that from that day on, Reynolds' life spiraled. First, he was utterly humiliated within the pack. He couldn't walk ten feet without someone pointing and whispering. Then, he somehow offended the wrong people and lost his job. His health never recovered either. The old wounds healed poorly, and he eventually just broke. As for Alia, her pack ran into trouble, too, and her reputation hit rock bottom.

Completely. If he takes it from me, I lose the thread. I lose the hum. I lose the warmth through walls and the pull across rooms and the way my blood knows his blood is near before my eyes confirm it. I lose the thing that brought me back from six years of surviving into something that felt like living. I lose him. Not to another woman. Not to a floor. To silence. The light hums. The clock ticks. I close my eyes and hold on. I close my eyes and hope for a miracle. I can’t lose Nick.

*And this time, nothing and no one is ever going to take you away from me again. Somewhere out there, I knew, a man was tearing the city apart searching for her, throwing money and desperation at a mystery he would never solve. Let him search. Let him grieve. Let him learn, finally, exactly what it felt like to lose the one thing he'd never properly deserved in the first place. I had already won.

"A mangy mutt," I said. "Too bad my family doesn't take in strays." Herbert's face twisted. "I lost my family and my mom. I'm on my knees begging, and you..." "You chopped up your mom, shredded her, and let Ella feed her to the dogs," I cut him off. "Your family's gone because you're a dumbass. What's that got to do with me?" I paused, scoffing, "When you pinned me to that table to hack off my hands and feet, where was this love? When you choked me and called me a bitch? Oh, you love me now because you're broke and need my money."

He paced the room, fist clenched, then turned, voice raw. "You think I asked for this?" he hissed. "You think I wanted to be this thing? To see fear in the eyes of every man I rule, every woman I take, every friend I bury?" His voice broke. For the first time, an echo of pain colored his fire. "You lost Lisa," I whispered. "But you lost yourself first." He fell silent, haunted. For a long time, we just breathed—two animals caught in war, wrapped in the blood and sorrow of the pack.

He had trained his entire life to read threats, to stay ten steps ahead, and still, they had taken her right in front of him. He clenched his fists, nails biting into his palms. Weak. Careless. Too slow. For the first time in years, tears burned behind his eyes. He hated them. Hated the way his body betrayed him when he needed control the most. He had lost men before. Lost battles. Lost blood. But this… This was different. Liam’s hand came down on his shoulder, firm and grounding. “Get up,” he said quietly. “Now.” Dante laughed bitterly, the sound empty. “They took her.”

They stood, two feet apart, in the silent, glass box, the ghosts of their past, the ghosts of Liam, of her mother, of the merger, swirling around them. Henry’s rage, as it had in the park, evaporated. It left only the hollow, broken, old man. "He... he has your mother's hair," he whispered, his voice breaking. "And he... he has..." "Don't," she cut him off, her voice a blade. "Don't you dare." He looked at her. At this cold, hard, terrifying creature she had become. He had lost. He knew it. He had lost his daughter. He had lost five years.

“I’m right here.” His hands framed her face as if anchoring himself to the only thing in the collapsing world that made sense. She saw it in his eyes the storm, the terror, the fierce devotion he no longer bothered hiding. Every wall he had ever built was gone. Harrison’s schemes, the explosions, the data purge… none of it had shaken him like nearly losing her. “I thought you were gone,” he breathed. “I thought ” His voice cracked, the sound breaking something open inside her. “I’ve lost people before, Savannah. But you if I lost you ”

“Because I won’t take you somewhere I can’t guarantee your safety.” I stared at him. “You can’t guarantee my safety anywhere.” His expression tightened. “I can try.” I shook my head. “You don’t understand.” “I understand perfectly.” “No, you don’t.” My voice broke. “You don’t know what it’s like to spend ten years believing someone you love is dead, only to find out they might have been alive this entire time.” KC’s expression softened. “I know what it feels like to lose someone without getting answers.” I looked at him.

I watched him move past me. "Lucas Edgar, you're worth every damn thing even my job, I have never felt more alive than these few past days. I love you and will be here for you, you can always call me " The audacity! I stumped into my house, head banging trying to get an aspirin or something to ease the thundering pain in my head. I'm fucked and there is no way out of this. It was just Arnold and I . Now Sophia knows But amids all these turmoil of wreck ,I could only think of one thing. Annoyingly