Lost You Forever Novels & Stories

He blocked me. Then unblocked me. Then messaged “I miss you” at 3am. Then ignored me for days again. It was a game. A cruel one. And I was finally starting to realize… I wasn’t the player. I was the pawn. It wasn’t just about church. Or faith. Or friends. It was about losing myself to someone who never planned to hold me gently. He didn’t just change me. He erased me. And now, I had to figure out who I was underneath the mess he left behind.

With that, Lillian grabbed Lisa's hand and left those dirty people behind, their shocked faces trailing behind them. Half an hour later, Lillian grabbed another glass of drinks and gulped it down, getting totally drunk in a corner of the party. An aching pain throbbed in her heart. “How can he say those vile things about me!” Lillian wondered, grabbing yet another glass of alcohol. First, because of this jerk, she wasted six years of her life. Then, she was heartbroken and lost her virginity to a stranger, and now her work life was a mess.

My heart hammered a tiny, frantic rhythm. A sliver of sunlight, fractured by the chandelier, caught the polished floor, and for a terrifying second, the reflection wasn't crystal. It was the low, corrugated tin roof back home. The images were always the same: golden dust motes, the distant, muffled rhythm of the neighborhood drums, and then the shift. The unnatural silence. The kind of silence that swallowed people. My mother, beautiful and fierce, gone. Kian, my brother, nine years old, gone, too.

Mia's tears and desperation shattered Nicolas internally. "No," Nicolas couldn't let the love of his life go, not now that she was his. Things were clear for Mia. She was no longer the Brown family's treasure; now she was a prisoner of the Lenox family. She had nowhere to go because she couldn't communicate with anyone. She was a prisoner in her own world.

Our mouth moving, but I can't feel it. "Yes! Hetty! I'm here!" Our view turns watery as tears form in our eyes but it can't sense it. "I can't do this without you, Honour. I can't be here anymore and I can't get out without your help." She can't hear me. An innumerable amount of curses race through my thoughts as Hetty continues to sob. "Hetty? Is that you?" Evie's voice floats through the air. I see the tips of our fingers briefly as Hetty wipes the tears from our cheeks.

I didn't care. I lifted the bottle to my lips and gulped it down, gasping for air as I finished. My throat felt raw, but my heart was worse. It wasn't a hammered bird anymore; it was a hollow, aching void. “I lost him… I don’t know how, but I lost him forever,” I sobbed, the tears finally breaking through. “And without him, I am lost. I am so fucking lost, Jack. I don't know who I am anymore. Nana is gone… Cale is gone… there’s nothing left of the girl I used to be.”

The music is everlasting… The music is everlasting… The music is everlasting... When everyone dies and rests forever in my hand…, let me through the dark and the music will take you to your destination because the music is everlasting…. The music is everlasting… the music is everlasting. Your days will be over and you have to go…. Everyone will forget you, all you will be is history to your loved ones. The pain shall rain on your skin and the burn shall last forever. You will be nothing but history to your loved ones… Let me through the dark…

‘I found my soulmate, I found my true love, I found my one and forever, and now I may lose her forever.’ Nathan thought back to a quote he once read as he sat next to Amore's bed, holding onto her hand while the constant heart monitor echoed in the background.

I won't allow it how am I supposed to live without him? He is not dead, he isn't and at any moment he'll open his eyes. So that I can stare into them for hours while he tells me how much he loves me. "Well, I'll always love you, Kaya, so you don't have to worry anymore, you're my forever," he promised. "You're mine too." "Tyler, you said forever." I sobbed, "You promised me." I cried out, pushing my fingers into his hair, my breathing becoming harsher by the second, "You promised." I repeated.

He tells me to take all the time I need, which from him means call me back before anyone else does, and we hang up, and I sit at my kitchen counter with my coffee going cold and four days gone out of thirty and absolutely no closer to an answer than I was a week ago. Four men in six days. Damian with his memo. Kai with ten years of silence breaking open in one sentence I still haven't fully recovered from. Theo, who quoted my grandfather back to me like a ghost and then told me to go looking for something in the will that Mr. Okafor never mentioned. And now Marcus, offering himself up like a foregone conclusion, like the only reasonable ending to a story he's been quietly writing since I was