Love Letters To The Dead Ava Dellaira Novels & Stories

But not answering was confirmation in itself. Ava didn't cry. She didn't scream. She just sat down. As if the room had imploded. Twist two was a visit from Liam. He stood quietly at Ava's study door one evening. "She asked me something weird," he said. "Who?" "Elena." Ava bristled. "What'd she say?" "She asked me if I loved you before I knew you were my mom." Ava blinked. "She said love before truth is the only love that lasts."

The night Helen Kerr's first love proposes, I stand on the 33rd-floor terrace, holding my terminal stomach cancer diagnosis. Through the glass, I watch the man drop to one knee. They exchange rings, and she slides the ring meant for me onto his finger. I stay hidden outside in the excruciating pain, refusing to ruin their moment. Then Helen spots me. There is no panic or guilt, just pure disgust in her eyes. She sneers, gestures toward the ledge, and mouths through the window, "Jump, if you're gonna jump. Stop acting just to ruin my night. If you actually die, maybe I'll believe you." Right then, the last flicker of life in me goes dark. I look at the woman I've loved for a decade and

Sometimes I wish we never started dating if that means that she would still be alive. Then I would slap myself and stop assigning blames or 'would haves' because it never change anything. Alyssa is still gone and I cherish every moment we spent together. Every kissed we shared, every look that passed between us, every secret smile that no one else understood but we did, every time we laughed and fell into each other arms. I cherish those moments and I will continue to cherish them till the end of my days. It has been a month since I left the hospital and it has been two months since her death. We put off her burial for as long as we could but we need to face reality and also to let her rest.

I didn't care that her dad was rich and sponsored the school, that doesn't give her the right to treat others who are less than her like they are trash. Lifting my chin, I gazed up into her dark brown eyes that looked to have way too much concealer around them. "What, did I upset you with the truth?" Smirking, Tanya poked my forehead with her fourth finger. With gritted teeth, I glared at her as she spoke. "You're just jealous because your father isn't rich..." Tilting her head to the side with a finger placed to her lips, a smile graced her makeup-caked face. "Oh wait... he's dead." She laughed.

That's where he was heading to? "Zach I don't want to talk about Dahlia's dad." He nodded in understanding. "Okay, do you still love Ian?" "Hell no!" I answered without thinking. ~Girl would you quit lying to yourself? You know you still love him. Deep deep deep down there, you still love him.~ Zach walked over to me and hugged me. "Judging from your body language, I know he really hurt you sweetie, but it's okay, okay?" I nodded. If only you knew he's the father of my Dahlia, Zach. If only you knew.

“I think you should read it for yourself.” “No, I…please just tell me.” Delilah sighed, trying to wring her hand out of his. When he didn’t budge, she stopped and looked at him. “Let go of me.” He was reluctant, but his grip slackened around her hand until he wasn’t holding it anymore. As soon as he let go, she took a seat on one of the stairs, looking up at him with eyes that practically forced him to sit down too. He did so, and she only started speaking then. “She wrote…she said she was a burden to you…that you wouldn’t be happy if she was still alive, so she died to keep you alive. She also said she…she loves you.”

Alessandro stood there, frozen at the spot, the gun still in his hand, as if his brain had not caught up to what his heart had done. “He's dead, Ava. Whatever you're trying to do is pointless. It wouldn't wake him up,” Alessandro revealed, his facial expression emotionless. “He touched you…he touched what was…” “HE LOVED ME!” she screamed, her eyes turning towards him, her eyes wild with grief. “YOU KILLED THE ONLY MAN I'VE EVER LOVED!” She sobbed loudly, continuing, “He was the only thing that was mine. I…I was never yours to begin with. I can never be yours. I can never love a man like you. I HATE YOU, DON ALESSANDRO MORETTI! I hate you with every fiber of my being!”

If you love somebody you should trust them, saying that she started to cry, aarav hugs aleena tightly without any delay, five minutes later aleena broke the hug and says Aarav you broke me completely, you get married to me by force but now I won't able to love you again, because the love which was in my heart for you in the past has been dead It has been dead because of you, I can't accept you now saying that aleena went into the bathroom leaving aarav in Shock

Her hair was in a complete mess, and she looked every bit murderous. She finally stopped in exhaustion. Henry was covered in blood, and he had stopped breathing. Catching her breath, she slowly stood up and left the room without looking at Henry once. She returned to her room and picked up my urn, rubbing her cheeks against it. "Jason, I've avenged you. Are you happy?" She received no response. She seemed to have lost her mind. She turned to the urn with reddened eyes and said, "I know, you must still be mad at me. You hate me, right? I'll come and be with you right away. We'll spend eternity together. I love only you!"

"Honey, do you want some soup? I just want to thank you for taking care of Tasha and me for the past seven years. I know it wasn't easy. Now, I can finally stand again. Don't worry. From now on, I'll love you with my whole life." If I had heard this before, I would have been moved to tears. Now, all I felt was a sharp, bitter ache and deep irony. Her act was flawless. For a moment, I almost believed the Aurelian conversation earlier had been nothing but my imagination.