Lost One Weeping Novels & Stories

Watching Ethan's expression of utter devastation as his beliefs crumbled, I felt nothing but satisfaction. More and more werewolves gathered, pointing and whispering. I saw Ivy on her knees before Ethan, clutching his clothes and pleading through tears. "Alpha Ethan, no, Ethan, let me explain. They were the ones who made me do it!" But Ethan merely slapped her hard across the face with a trembling hand. "Get lost!" As for what happened after, I didn't care to watch. Instead, I raised the car window and told the driver to leave. At that exact moment, Ethan looked toward the car. He knew that I was inside. His eyes were filled with regret, despair, and a desperate plea.

Tears streaming down her face, snuggling to his chest, shivering. “Shh. It’s going to be alright. He is in a better place now.” He whispered, holding her closer to help her soothe her devastated form and over the pain of losing a loved one. “Tristan, take care of the body.” Zadicus whispered, turning to Tristan who wiped his tears and nodded. Everyone gathered, feeling pitiful for the girl crying after losing her close friend while “The sky…” Juniper whispered, looking up when the crimson shades cleared and the sky cleared up, opening a path for them to leave.

But she was gone, and the weight of her absence gnawed at him like a living thing. Rowan pressed the moonstone closer, feeling the faint warmth seep into him, and let the tears he had been holding back spill freely. He whispered every apology, every regret, every word he had never dared to say when she was alive. The desert, vast and indifferent, absorbed them all, letting the wind carry the sorrow across dunes and into the distant horizon.

Like delicate raindrops clinging to the precipice, her tears teeter on the edge, threatening to spill over and carve a path down her cheeks. Within those sorrowful eyes, one can witness the struggle of a wounded soul. They are the windows to a heart burdened by the weight of grief, loss, or loneliness. The irises, once bright and vibrant, now seem dim, as if a shadow has enveloped their natural radiance. The sparkle that once danced within them has been replaced by a haunting emptiness.

We had all shed tears together, mourning the loss of our beloved Aella. Alexandre ordered a few warriors to stay behind and search the grounds while he walked me back to the car. The pain of losing someone so close to us was overwhelming. As we walked back, I could feel my heart breaking with every step. All I could think of was how Penelope would feel when she heard the news, and I couldn't help but start to cry. "Are you OK?" Alexandre asked, placing his hand on my shoulder. I shook my head and continued to cry, unable to find the words to express the pain I was feeling. I knew that this was only the beginning of a long road of grief.

He wanted so desperately to feel her arms around him again, to hear her voice, to dance with her once more. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he reached out, placing a trembling hand on the polished wood. The coldness of the casket felt like a knife to his heart, a harsh reminder that she would never return. Amani felt his anguish, his longing, his unbearable loneliness. It was a pain she knew all too well—a loss that time could never heal.

She bled out the same way, but I made sure they saved her. I spent the next month lying in bed, recovering. Honestly, I was mostly healed after ten days, but the doctor insisted on telling my foster parents and Ollie that I needed at least a month of rest. They assigned a few people to watch over me 24/7. I couldn't go anywhere except my room. One afternoon, while watching TV, I saw a news report. The media had noticed our whole family went missing after a trip to Tranvego. They'd already tracked where we disappeared, and they revealed that for the past five years, tourists had been vanishing from that area under strange circumstances.

So cold. "Don't you dare," she whispered. "Don't you dare leave me like this, Adrian Wolfe." She sank into the chair beside him, her forehead resting against the railing of the bed. Tears, hot and uncontrollable, finally spilled over, soaking into the sterile white sheets. "You don't get to win like this," she sobbed, her hand tightening around his unmoving fingers. "You don't get to tell me you love me and then disappear. I didn't give you my soul back then just so you could throw it away now."

It was different from their world where the day and night differs. "It would be hard for Steve and his family to roam about now. He dare not come out when it's sunny" "You also realize that we can't change when it's day, Alpha" "I know. It would be possible when we've found the lost blood" Elon smirked. His omega, Dean, stared at him with a confused expression. "Lost blood? Where are we going to find that?"

She took a deep breath and continued, "I don't know what to do, I'm lost and I'm not gonna go back to that house, even if I'm dying." Saying that tears started pouring down her eyes. "Because I was lucky to have evaded yesterday..., maybe... by next time I won't be that lucky, I hate rich people with passion, they are always cruel and scornful." Dean turned to her and wiped her tears with his index finger. "Including me?" Dean asked jokingly to ease her sulky mood.