My Love Brought Me To My Death Novels & Stories

His voice synchronized perfectly with mine, as if we were making a vow together. "Life ends in death, just as love ends when it fades away." "My life may have an end, but my love for you never will." Looking at my nearly transparent soul, I knew I was about to leave completely. Floating to Samuel's side, I kissed his lips one last time. Samuel's dark eyes suddenly looked toward me, as if sensing my presence. He said, "Loretta, wait for me. "My love for you will never die. We'll meet again in our next life."

She lifts her gaze to meet mine fully. “I loved you when you were powerful. I loved you when you were uncertain. I loved you before I knew what I was.” Emotion rises sharp and fast. “And I will love you even when I must stand above you.” The words hurt. But they are honest. Silence settles again. Then Death speaks one final time. “Your fear is based on a false premise.” I look up sharply. “What premise?” “That love can be engineered.” Nova squeezes my hand. Death’s voice remains steady.

Upon seeing that there was no one around, they lifted me into the car and drove to a remote field to bury me. And just like that, I died. I had died at the very moment when the man I loved hated me most.

A future that would never exist if I let go now. I pushed against the cold with everything I had left. “Not yet.” The figure paused. The scythe withdrew an inch. “Few refuse me when they stand this close. Fewer still mean it.” “I mean it.” My hands clenched at my sides even though I could no longer feel them in the real world. “I love her. That is not a debt you can collect tonight.” Something like silence stretched between us. Then Death lowered the scythe. The mirror of bone cracked down the center.

The burden of perfection settled on my shoulders, and my hands trembled even more. But much to my surprise, I finished the tie and pinned the brooch without doing a sloppy job. He tidied his shirt up, immersing himself in the thoughts of what I couldn't comprehend. Immediately the elevator opened, we walked into a room full of staff in suits. William was swept off by the crowd. I lagged behind, an image hovering in my mind and refusing to leave. I sighed. Why can't I forget that brooch? I've seen it before, in a magazine. It was a replica of the original brooch that a certain historical figure had worn which she supposedly made from the bones of her lover so they'd be together forever. The b

My fated mate, Lawrence, was the Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack. Yet no matter what happened, Lawrence always chose Annie over me. It was all because Annie had suffered a traumatic attack by rogues as a pup, leaving her with severe psychological scars. She was afraid of the dark, afraid of being alone, and afraid of anything that reminded her of that terrible memory. Lawrence said she needed him. Meanwhile, I, his true Luna, would always come second to her needs. When I was close to giving birth, rogues attacked the healer's den. While driving them away, I was accidentally slashed by a silver blade. "You're a healer, and a minor wound like this will heal on its own. Annie is different. W

She'd loved him for four years. But just before their wedding, she was forced to pretend she'd betrayed him, leaving him no choice but to let her go. When he found out she'd cheated on him, he flew into a rage and made her life a living hell. “Summer Blake, you should be grateful I haven't killed you.” It wasn't until much later that he realized just how empty his world had become without her.

Tears of sorrow invaded her. “You didn’t have to do this. I was going to accept fate. You didn’t have to…” “I have to… I love you. I always had… now go.” “No!” “You have to… they will come when they feel that my strength is gone.” “But you will die! I won’t let you alone… I will fight them.” “I will not die, my love. You will find me… you know how… now go.” “No… I will bring you with me.”

maybe. I opened my eyes and inched even closer to him, I didn't understand the other voices around me, I didn't know whose hands were those trying to hold me, soothe me maybe. I didn't know, I didn't want to know. Everyone else faded as I stared at the man in front of me, the one responsible for the huge, gaping crack in my foundation. Yet that didn't matter because he is also the one I loved so much, the one I love so much; the one I couldn't hate no matter what because he is also the one ready to die just for me.

I could not even get hard right now, I just stared hard at the tray of food, almost like it was my enemy. "I now understand why you asked to bring your food here. Really? You are so uncivilized, gosh..." It was so minimal and careful, but I could still hear it. The subtle way her voice shook as she spoke, it was not very sleek. All the while, I wondered, 'So love is really not a real thing after all?' I thought I had found my peace after my brother died, I thought I had found love again, after my sweet mother, bless her soul... But all the while I was dealing with a woman just wanted me dead?