Misty Love Novels & Stories

His words shattered Misty's last hope. Her lips trembled as she stammered out a feeble defense, "Darling, I didn't mean to deceive you. I just… I wanted so badly for you to come back to me. I love you…" But her voice trailed off under his unyielding gaze. In the past, Misty would have been certain that Carter wouldn't be this heartless. Now, she wasn't so sure. She couldn't understand. Why was it that the more she tried to win him back, the further she pushed him away?

" His eyes were so gentle, like the calm water of a lake. Seeing this, Misty's heart felt even more bitter. She blinked and large teardrops fell immediately, wetting her mask. "I'm being serious. Don't joke around." Her voice sounded choked, as if she was clinging to the last straw for help as she whispered, "Promise me, no matter what I become, you'll love me. You'll love me forever and always be with me." Her face was ruined, she couldn't rely on her parents, couldn't contact Connor, and Cedric was busy with Diana. She only had Robert left. He couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. What a fool she was.

INTRODUCTION Ayla is just a simple girl, everyone loves her because of her nice attitude and gorgeous face. Her life is just simple not until she meet the man that will change her life, the man that she will love. She’s even willing to do everything for him, including being his beautiful mistake. PROLOGUE Beautiful scenery and cold air caresses my skin. The different kind of flowers and bird noises gives me comfort. This is the kind of silence I want. I am not the kind of girl who believes in love, for me love is a lust, hormones and being made my by our mind and think that it was love.

Pov. Amber I hop off my motorcycle and whip my helmet off, I look around the school parking lot to see the group that I spotted when I rolled in, staring at me. One of the men really catches my attention. He has to be about six foot six, he has jet black hair and cold gray eyes. He’s leaning on a 1969 black Impala. Out of nowhere some chick in a cheerleading outfit pops up in front of me. “Hi I’m Josephina!” She yells at me in one of those peppy voices you would hear in one of the “Bring It On: movies.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

"Colleen, I'm sorry, but as you can see, Rosie and I are together now. I can't keep dragging this on with you. Given your current status, you won't be allowed into the Johnson family. I hope you understand." I stared at him. "Why, Adrian? Do you really think I'm tainted just because of that kidnapping incident? But I've proven otherwise to you. Besides, if you truly love me, these things wouldn't matter…" Adrian suddenly interrupted me harshly. "Enough!" "Colleen, that's enough. I did love you, so I've tried my best, but I just can't bring myself to touch you. Every time I do, I feel like I'm going to puke. I've seen a psychologist, and I've suffered for three years. Why can't you understand

They were all different ages and types—everyone seemed to be enjoying her misfortune. The anger she had felt at Samuel's treatment of her flared up, but now it was fueled by the mockery and contempt from strangers. She couldn't even care about hiding her face anymore. In a rush of frustration, she shot back at the crowd. "What do you know? I'm not a mistress! The person who isn't loved in a relationship is the mistress, not me! Love isn't about who came first or second! He's married and still wanted to be with me—that just proves I'm more irresistible!"

He was everything and more, and he had been a huge help to her and her family. Life had become easy, but after a month or two together, she realized she didn’t love him. She had tried, tried to love him or at least to pretend, but after four months, bitterness had crept in. She had treated Elijah terribly and always believed the Moon Goddess had made a mistake in bringing them together. But that was something she could never say aloud. Anyone who spoke ill of the Moon Goddess risked being stoned to death. “Ma’am, your one minute is up. Leave.” The guard’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

Hazel replied softly. "What about you? Have you found your mate?" Misty's question caught her off guard, causing her heart to skip a beat. She took a moment to compose herself, the sudden rush of emotions leaving her momentarily speechless. "Misty, I'm not a wolf," she finally said with a hint of surprise. Misty delicately plucked a flower and extended it towards Hazel, silently pleading for forgiveness. Her warmth felt genuine, a sign of her desire to connect with Hazel. "Do you mind if I ask? Have you ever been in love?" Misty's question hung in the air. Her lip pulled between her teeth in anticipation. She couldn't help but probe deeper. Hazel's hesitant smile softened the edges of her gu

It only takes a second for the pain to ebb away, replaced by that cold sensation that feels incredibly refreshing, but still I shiver, my teeth chattering as my vision abruptly clears, and the room finally rushes into view. The mural on my ceiling, the stars and the moon cycle, distract me from the women bickering nearby and the shuffling of feet. I slowly turn my head, watching as Misty ties her long, golden hair away from her face and plants her hands on her hips, speaking to my mom in low tones. “She’s fine, really. She’s just exhausted. Maeve’s powers are…” Misty licks her lips, shaking her head. “I’m going to stick around for a few days, all right? Just in case.”