Love Letters To The Dead Ava Dellaira Novels & Stories

I mutter, desperate to hear it. “I love you, Leonel Sinclair.” I love you, Leonel Sinclair. Ava loves me. Even now, she loves me. What could be better than that? “I fucking love you too, Ava Jade Allard.” I whisper back, pulling her in for a rough, desperate kiss.

"Your mate is dead? I'm so sorry." Ava gave me a tight smile. "He rejected me at first. But, I didn't want to give up. I started sending him letters. He replied and I could tell that he wanted me back. His letters stopped coming and I heard that he was dead." "I'm so sorry, Ava. I didn't know." "Why are you sorry? It's not your fault." "Do you think Vincent has anything to do with your mate's death?" "I don't think so. But, what if I'm wrong?"

He declared to the world that I was his wife, the only legal family he had without blood ties. He didn't entertain the guests or drink a single drop of alcohol. When they lowered my casket into the ground, he reserved a space beside me—a place for himself. "Mia, I love you." A bitter smile touched my heart as the world dissolved around me. In death, you finally learned to love me.

I caught a glimpse of her phone screen, a name that read 'Wade Lawson'. I forced myself to focus, pulling up a list of what to pack for a humanitarian mission to Avrika, jotting down each item. Then came Wade's latest social media update. [Nothing like a hot bowl of noodles to warm the soul. Thank you for your support in tough times.] The photo showed a bowl with two fried eggs piled up on the noodles. Off to the side was Yvonne's hand, with the ring I had splurged on catching the light. It was not our wedding band. That had been lost to time, just like the warmth she had never really shared with me.

Sandra's hand shook as she pointed at Queenie's urn and photo. "What… what is that?" "Xavier, are you insane? Just to fight with me, you'd curse our daughter to be dead?" I took the death certificate from under the urn and shoved it in her face. "Open your eyes and read each word. Look at it and tell me what it says!" She took the paper with trembling hands, her eyes scanning Queenie's name and the time of death written in stark black and white.

"Hum, you're right too! But in Ellenor's place, there were times when the flower withered!" "Forget about the flowers and tell me something!"I asked. Edmud stopped flying and sat down beside me. "What do you want to hear?" "Something about angels loving humans!" "If that's what you want to hear, then you want to know the story of Angel Aiden and her lover Tiffany! Listen, this is a fascinating story, here I think I'm the only one who dares to tell you this because most Angels don't dare to say his name or delve into his story!" exclaimed Edmud confidently.

After everything you did to me, I wish you death if it’s possible. The rain stopped to a drop and my phone pings in my pocket. It’s from Ava Marcus, my best friend and lifetime partner-in-crime. Well, I wish. As if I get to have people in my life stay forever. Ava Marcus: Hey, did you see the news? I bet you’re on your way to the airport now. I ignore the first question and reply to the last. Elena Deloris: Hey, I’m on my way home now. I will leave soon once I get my bags packed.

Tears were dripping uncontrollably down her face. “How could you be so cruel to me,” she cried. “How could you make me so miserable even after you die,” she thought. Bella watched as his casket passed her. She gasped as she saw him. She could clearly still see his handsome face. How she ached to touch him. To hold him. To tell him she loves him. “Now, it’s only in my dream that I will get to see you,” she thought. “Yes, I heard how he fought bravely and courageous against the five demon lords,” said an elder man.

"You are fake, so whatever trick you are trying to play pretending to be my dead mate won't work on me. You are an imposter and a deception of this cursed forest." Ava's sweet smile faltered, replaced by a dark intensity as she glared at me furiously. A tear slipped down her cheek, mirroring the moment she had taken her last breath, tugging at my heart. Could she be real? Could she be my Ava? "You always doubted me, Damian. But I'm real, and I'm here for you. The way you're acting right now is hurting me, and I don't want to believe it's because you don't want to be with me anymore just to keep cheating on me with that bitch. I came here to give you a second chance, hoping you'll be happy be

Ethan's voice yelled out with incredulity, as he wondered why Dali suddenly said something like that. "I bet you had no idea, fool. However, it is true," she hissed, after seeing that his facial expression was even worse than she expected. He was so clueless. "Are you serious?" He asked again, seeing her deadpan face. "Would I suddenly make it up?" She sassed, "Yes, dummy. She was waiting for you her whole life and could barely have fun. Imagine if she had only kissed you. Then you are the only man that has probably touched her intimately," Dali scoffed as she spoke, wondering how Ava was able to keep loving one person for a long time. To her, it looked impossible.