Love Left Her For Dead Novels & Stories

“I need to mean that.” She pushed off the couch and walked to the window, arms crossed over her chest. Her fingers toyed with the wedding band she still wore on a chain around her neck. She had taken it off her finger the night her mother died, but couldn’t bring herself to throw it away. Daph came closer. “You still love him.” “That’s the worst part.” Lia’s voice broke. “I love him so much I can’t breathe. But loving him... killed her.” Daph bit her lip. “Then don’t do this alone. Stay here. Heal. When you're ready, we’ll disappear together. No more blood. No more secrets.”

My eyes involuntarily searched for the lock Katherine had locked. "You can't find it," Mike said, staring down at me. When he noticed the confusion on my face, he added, "The very next day, I sent a locksmith to unlock Katherine's lock. It was never meant to be locked because"—he lifted his hand, showing the lock of our names—"this love lock was meant to be locked." I crossed my arms around his torso as I hugged him. His arms came around me, pulling me closer to him. "I love you," he whispered as he nuzzled into the crook of my neck.

Leaving Reo who is dead with lice with a million pieces of destruction in his feelings. Reo looked sadly leaving Jack. He said falling in love is never wrong. However, why is the feeling that Reo is experiencing is considered wrong, and disgusting? Worse yet, the one who said that openly was Jack, the idol of the heart for the past two years. "Jack, I'm always trying to get to you. It doesn't matter how you look at me, because I really love you." *** Jack couldn't understand Reo's attitude lately. Reo was like a man Jack no longer knew. Even though it has been ten years the friendship between the two is fine. Unfortunately, their relationship soured when Reo said he was gay.

She told them, "What good is dignity if I can't even keep the man I love alive?" When my condition flared up, Evelyn cried as she begged me to hold on until she could pull the surgery money together. I had been so happy then. I thought I had married the right woman. And yet, the love Evelyn had sworn would last forever had barely survived three years of marriage. The other two times she cried before me were because of Thomas. She chose me with her words, but every instinct in her body still protected him. When I didn't answer, Evelyn let out a long, tired sigh.

I replied her. "Your first love...." She mumbled and I could feel her doubt and sadness. I wrapped my hands around her. "The truth Mantha is that I loved her a lot, I did love her but then... She left me, she died." I replied Mantha. "H... How did she die?" She asked.

She had never loved again. It wasn’t a story that had been erased. It was a story that had been buried. The girl had grown old, carrying the pain inside her, never speaking of it. When she died, the memory of that lost love had seeped into the ground, into the trees, into the very air of this place. It was a story that had never been told, and so it had festered. Liora opened her eyes. Tears streamed down her face. The sadness was so pure, so personal.

Chaos sighed as his apartment was deafeningly silent before he added, “Theresa was my first love…” She faced him angrily, “How many times do you have to rub those words on my face?!” She angrily yelled. “She… she had died,” Chaos confessed, his voice cracking. The words hung heavy in the air, a chilling confirmation of Florence’s worst fears. Theresa, the ghost of the past, was not just a distant memory. She was a part of his life, a love that had tragically ended.

She turned to Caelum, and her face became nearly pleading. “I did love you,” she said with a bloody mouth that gushed out her lips and over her chin. "Once. Before everything was destroyed. I did love you with all my heart.” She then fell forward onto the floor and didn’t move anymore. Finally, truly dead.

She wore a sky-blue dress that complimented her porcelain skin, and her lustrous hair cascaded down to her back. " Ellis, what if you meet your mate? Would you leave me? I'd die without you," Love said, her voice quiet. She recently turned eighteen and found out we weren't mates. She was heartbroken and cried for days. " I'll reject my mate as planned. I love you," I told her guilelessly. She ceased walking and stared at me. " Promise?" " I swear, baby," I assured her. She gave me a cute grin, and I kissed her.