Love Lost Novels & Stories

“Fenrer, what’s happening?” He didn’t answer though. His wails continued, as if he was in desperate need of help. But I had no idea what was going on. It felt like his voice were getting distant, as if he was moving far away. Then suddenly, I could no longer hear him. There was nothing at all. “Fenrer, answer me! I’m losing you!” But there was still no answer. Nothing. I could not feel his connection nor his bond. And I began to worry.

He read them and slumped on the bed. “No, no, no.” He screamed. So, it was not a dream. He had lost Elena. He had divorced her. His wife was with someone else now. He had let her go. He should have saved her, but instead he betted her. “Urrgghhhhhh.” He bawled at his own eyes and screamed. What kind of a man he had become. He had lost his job and she had supported him. He had lied to her, she still supported him. He raised his hand on her, she still didn’t say a word. Now, he betted her and she is gone. His angel wife was gone. God knows what she must be going through. That bastard must have done terrible things to her. He stood up. He had to bring his wife back. He had to get her back. He

The sight of her, devolved and broken, was a harrowing display of the destructive force of a severed mate bond. Damn! Lorraine had been truly insane all along. The death of her mate, Alpha Nerville, had driven her to the absolute brink of madness, pushing her beyond salvation. She was a soul lost to grief and vengeance, an empty husk consumed by the despair of loss. She didn’t stay, didn’t offer another word. In the blink of an eye, she turned, first clumsy yet desperate, and vanished into the dense, nearby forest, a shadow swallowed by night.

The trees stood tall and quiet, offering no clues, no answers. “He’ll come back,” Aurora finally said. “You sound confident.” “I have to be.” She turned to face me, her eyes filled with quiet strength. “We’ve lost too many already. We won’t lose him too.” I wanted to believe her. I needed to. But something about the way Loid had looked—like a man who had nothing left to lose—sent a chill down my spine. And I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the last time we’d watch someone we loved disappear into the shadows.

I can’t take it. Ainsley’s gaze locked with hers again, and at that moment, Eloise felt her heart falter. She reached out, trembling, covering his eyes. His expression shifted. With her hand hiding his eyes, he no longer had to guard his own. For the first time, Ainsley allowed himself to show what he’d buried… devastating sorrow. She doesn’t see. She doesn’t know how much she’s breaking me. He whispered, broken and breathless, "I lost you once... does that mean I never get a second chance?"

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

Ivy dropped the match and a fire instantly erupted, engulfing the walls with flames. … Meanwhile, earlier at the Davis mansion. “Ryan Kingsley? What are you doing here?” Jack Davis asked the man who had showed up at his doorstep. Ryan, looking like he had lost his entire world dropped to his knees. In a trembling voice, he said, “Lora is missing. I’ve tried all I can to look for her but I’ve failed to find her.” Jack shared a worried look with his wife. Lora was missing? How come? He quickly replied, “We can find her. There’s a brooch she always attaches to her clothes. We can use that to find her.”

The next moment, George appeared before me, haggard and worn, through a video call. "Annie, thank God you're safe. I can't begin to imagine what it would've been like to lose you. I should've told you sooner... I love you, Annie." Hearing the emotion in his voice, I felt overwhelmed. I couldn't respond to the depth of his feelings. "I... I'm sorry." George quickly composed himself. "I just needed you to know how I feel. You don't have to say anything. Just focus on getting better. I'll come pick you up from Reese."

"Neil, did you really think I'd fall for your nonsense again? The second I left, you went crying to my mom to back you up. Honestly, I'm glad I broke your leg. God knows what you would've done to Martin otherwise." With that, she hung up. I listened to the beeping that followed, gripping the phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white before helplessly loosening my grip. I should have known I'd lose when I made that wager with Margaret three years ago. I just never imagined I'd lose this badly. I had intended to quietly wait until it was time to leave. But the very next day, Kate and Martin came storming back into the house. Kate's eyes were bloodshot, and her clothes were disheveled. It

It was the only part of the Loom that remained uncorrupted, a tiny fragment of the source that had not yet been touched by the tragedy of the Three Crowns. ​“To touch the Breath is to lose your name,” the Loom whispered. “You will no longer be Winifred of the North. You will no longer be the girl who loved the Shadow King. You will be a note in the eternal symphony. Is the world worth the loss of yourself?”