Romans & histoires Love History Caused By Willful Negligence Novel

He picked that novel immediately despite the yellowish pages of it. The truth is Helios was the one who placed that novel there. He likes that novel that he also loves to re-read it because of it's tragic ending. The novel was focused by a wealthy woman who fell in love with a man who has a family already. It was written in the novel how they both fought for their love for each other that ends up to their own dead. Yes, they died because the man's wife also fought for her rights and Helios can't really see anything wrong with that.

Each entry held a piece of the story, a glimpse into the forbidden love affair that had haunted our family for generations. The journal chronicled the tale of two souls bound by love, torn apart by circumstances beyond their control. It spoke of their unyielding devotion, their sacrifices, and the insurmountable obstacles they faced in their pursuit of happiness. As the story unfolded, we realized that their love had not only defied societal norms but also ignited the fury of those who sought to keep their union hidden.

They packed up and fell back at a moment's notice with their colonel nowhere to be found. It had been the prologue of something. A dramatic chapter in the history of the continent. One that will determine the eternal fate of Terra Australis. A melodrama that contains all primary human emotions, love, hate, war, and, peace. Confidence and desperation; hope and despair, acceptance and vengeance. But, just like in everything. It has to begin with one person.

Tears were already threatening to pour as she hastily made her way into her bedroom, and she knew she would be spending the next several hours rereading every single letter Will had ever sent to her and crying in anguish. As she drew the hatbox out of her closet, the one where she had hidden his correspondence, she let the tears flow freely. All of this time, all of those days of missing him and praying that he was safe, every night dreaming of the day when he would return and they could start their lives together. Now, all of those hopes were dashed to pieces. She knew it was all her fault. If only she had been courageous enough to do what she felt was right instead of attempting to protect

“I am the only one in the dark about the situation. First, why did we have to tell the empire’s true history to the future Luna queen, knowing there is so much hatred between both parties? As if that isn’t baffling enough, your favorite aunt here didn’t allow me to get to the part where most of our families were killed by the human race and had us go into hiding for decades.” “What use will it be to relieve such a painful moment, Livia? Didn’t we already summarize all the details of the event? All she needed to know was that her people hurt us, and her husband was born of an impossible union. Which is why we can’t get along.” Helga finally responded.

Vivian felt something tighten in her chest. Because suddenly Seraphina looked tired. Not physically. Older. The kind of tired that accumulated over years. The kind caused by history. Too much history. And there it was. The real issue. Not Serena. Not Lucian. Not the marriage. History. Always history. Vivian had spent months watching everyone obsess over the wrong story. The marriage was interesting. The scandal was interesting. The betrayal narrative was interesting. But beneath all of it ran something older. Something quieter.

“Life doesn’t end because one door closes.” “Easy for you to say,” I muttered. He leaned back in his seat. “You know what happened during my first year running the company?” I sniffed.“What?” “I accidentally sent a private contract to the wrong client.” I stared at him.“You did not,” I said, my mouth dropping open. “It sounds crazy but it’s true.” He shrugged his shoulders. “You’re lying.” “Athena, that client almost sued me.” I blinked repeatedly.“Seriously?” “Yeah,” he replied with a laugh.

She took Ivy's favorite storybook, The Sleeping Beauty, from her hands and placed it on the table beside the bed, thinking her obsession with fairy tales was a little irrational. In the real world, neither fairy godmothers nor prince charming exist. Emma didn't believe in them anymore. Couldn't do so. Not after the only man she believed truly understood her ended up destroying her. Emma's heart was heavy as she turned to leave Ivy's room. No matter how much she wanted to be hopeful, the reality of things was just too heartbreaking. Love was confined to the pages of books only; it did not exist. No longer for her. It's amusing how the girl who used to believe in fairytales and love had lost f

Pearl had wanted to marry Nicholas, but his mother refused to give her blessing. She despised how Pearl had deceived her and tried to convince me to change my mind. So, every day, Mrs. Poldark waited for me outside Trevor’s office building. Each time, she was driven away by security, but nothing could stop her from coming back. "Nicholas still loves you, Beatrix. "I made a mistake with Pearl. Please forgive Nicholas." Nicholas rushed over, his briefcase in hand, pulling her away with an embarrassed look. But she refused to leave, hoping I would give in.

*Disclaimer* This story takes place in an imaginary timeline created by myself, it includes issues as well as the lifestyle from the late 1800s and early 1900s, I hope you all find enjoyment while reading it. *P.S* The book is also unedited. . . Patience's POV I stepped out of the carriage, my feet immediately greeting the dirt, I moved to the side allowing my mother Lucia to remove herself as well, taking a spot beside me. My eyes met the car that was parked to the side, such a sight foreign in these parts.