Marta Cinta 소설 & 이야기

This explains why they were able to live away from each other without complaints. My heart ached for Amanda, imagining what she must have gone through, having a mate who doesn’t love her and hasn’t touched her for years. It pained me to know that after leaving me, I thought she was going to be happy with Matthew, that he would show her love and make her happy. But it seems I was wrong; Matthew never loved Amanda. He was just drawn to her by the mate bond.

Marta left on a Sunday. She had stayed for five days — sleeping on the sofa, making coffee Elena didn’t drink, sitting beside her through the long silences that had taken over the flat. She had held her when she finally cried, really cried, on the third night, when the shock wore off enough for the grief to come through. She hadn’t asked too many questions. That was what Elena loved most about her — she knew when to talk and when to be there. But Marta had a life in Madrid—a job, a flat, a world that couldn’t be put on hold indefinitely. So on Sunday morning, she packed her bag, held Elena’s face in both hands, and made her promise to call every day.

Today, my eighteenth birthday, was meant for my bonding with James, my fated mate. Instead, the day before, he coldly rejected me, declaring his love for another. Today was their engagement party. The bride, the Chief Elder's daughter, shimmered in an extravagant diamond gown. She was a vision of noble beauty. With the Silver Moon Pack's Alpha unexpectedly deceased, the Chief Elder held the power to appoint the successor. James, driven by ambition, chose the Alpha position over me, a lowly Omega with a sick mother and no influence.

Martina kisses on my lips softly, then she separates to say," I-I don't want to hurt your feelings. I don't have a heart to love anyone now... I'm so broken..." " Shh! Did I ever ask you to love me back?" " B-But..." " You have your own reasons and I respect whatever your reasons are. You just need to trust me , Martina," I said, wiping off her pearls like tears. I never thought I would see Martina's side. She always had cold expression on her face, she used to be strong warrior who the knights look forward. ' But she still has this emotional side. I feel lucky for being this close with her,' I leaned forward , kissing her intensely . My hands held her tight while my lips sucked her lips.

He began, but Martina coldly cut him off. “I said leave! I don't want to hear any explanation from you, nor do I want to see you! Get out!” Martina yelled angrily in his face, her eyes turning moist with unshed tears. She was hurt to know that Trey betrayed her; however, as much as it hurt her, she couldn't deny her love for Lucia. She still loved her so much; at times she believed her love for Lucia was due to her resemblance to Clara, but it wasn't so; she loved Lucia in a different way, like she loved each of her children.

“You’re doing better than most would. But she’s not gonna stop. She wants you gone, Elena. One way or another.” I flex my fingers under the water, wincing as the blisters pull. “Why? What’s her deal? She acts like I stole something that was never hers.” Marta hesitates, then lowers her voice even though we’re alone. “She was never really the wife. More like… a trophy the old man kept on display. And when he died, she thought she’d slide right into Dante’s bed like it was her birthright.” My stomach twists hard, colder than the ice water. “She wants him.”

Marta said quietly. Wilma frowned. “But...” “That’s not my girl.” Her voice had sharpened slightly then. “Elara was simple,” Marta continued. “She wouldn’t belong in places like that.” Then Marta noticed Alessia on the screen. Her expression hardened immediately. The family who abandoned Elara. The people she had never forgiven. Marta looked away from the television and slowly stood from her chair. “I’m tired,” she said quietly. “I’m going to bed.”

Lysandra, her eyes sparkling with mischief, added, "Oh, let them be. The cosmos needs its tales of love amidst all the challenges." Maris, with her characteristic grace, interjected, "Love is the very essence of the universe. It's what binds, what drives creation. Sasha and Alec's bond is a testament to that." Seraphina, floating over, her wings casting ethereal shadows, said, "Every epic journey needs its heart, its core. Love is the force that can turn the tide, that can light the darkest paths." Alec, pulling Sasha closer, declared, "Then let our love be the beacon. Let it inspire, let it guide."

KATE “You’re my mate, aren’t you?” Alpha Nath’s deep and resonant voice sent a chill down my spine. I choked on my spit as he spit those words, feeling the mate bond stronger and more alive than ever. The undeniable pull behind me wasn’t just magnetic—it was terrifying. “What is your name?” “K—Kate.” I murmured. I couldn’t turn around. My heart hammered like a rogue drumline. My whole body was in full ecstasy in response to his vibrating tone, but at the same time, I wanted to run.

A delivery? I frowned, stepping past her, pushing the door open And froze. There, sitting right in the center of my desk, was the biggest fucking bouquet of flowers I had ever seen. Lavender. Peonies. White roses. Every single bloom meticulously arranged. And sitting on top of them? A single card. No note. No long-winded apology. No attempt to fix what was broken. Just three simple words. I love you. My chest tightened painfully. I wanted to hate it.