Never Again Malgorzata Novels & Stories

his mother asked worriedly. “My head still hurts a little, Mom,” he replied while touching his head. “Oh, my son, I’m so sorry this happened to you. You were seriously hurt in the accident,” his mother said. “How about our wedding, my love?” Gabriel asked Jennifer. “The wedding didn’t push through. Don’t you remember anything else, babe?” Jennifer asked carefully. “I don’t remember anything else. The last thing I remember is that we were in the Philippines. We were planning to get married, right?” he asked again.

"I'm not letting anyone who hurt you walk away." Relief hit me hard. I ran my hand over my belly. Thank God. I'd kept my baby safe. Then the door slammed open. Bradley burst in, shirt wrinkled, eyes wild. "Rena, I'm sorry! It's my fault. Vivian fainted—I had to take her first!" I looked down, silent, my fingers brushing Nathan's palm. So much for that amnesia act—he'd just called me Rena. "I'm done listening. Leave. I don't want to see you again."

"Aren't you afraid I'll report her?" Gideon let out a quiet chuckle. "Go ahead." … That night, I called every police station in Ashbourne. Every answer was the same. "The traffic accident was ruled an accident, and the case has already been closed." The next evening, at seven, I arrived at the private dining room on time. Only then did I learn the banquet was celebrating Gideon's discovery of a new asteroid. He had named it Cheldeon. Only then did his colleagues realize the "Chel" referred to Chelsea, not me, his wife.

I walked to the elevator, and when I was inside, I could not help but remember the last time I was here. I remembered being mad at Marco, hating him for ruining my life, but everything seemed to be worthless at this time. In my entire life of being an older woman, I lived a life hating my miserable and pitiful life, but despite that, I was happy with the lives of those people I cared about. Despite being away from my parents and being hated by Sienna, their lives were comfortable and healthy. Despite not having a successful career and a stable job, I could meet my needs to survive. Despite getting married, divorced three times, I learned to survive the heartache. Despite hating Albert, I was

My scalp felt like Bennett's ruthless pull was tearing it off. The pain was so intense I had to stand on my tiptoes to lessen the strain. Finally, I slapped Bennett, and his grip loosened. The slap seemed to snap him back to reality. "Holly." His voice was gentler then, tinged with regret but also a note of caution. "We've come too far to throw it all away now. Let's forget about today's mess and move on, live our lives well from here onward."

Aarhea's Point of View: The room was dim, lit only by a small lamp. Jake and I sat across from Elder Marcellus’ son, Elias. He looked nervous, his hands fidgeting. I leaned forward. “Elias, I just want the truth. Did your father ever tell you why he sided with Roman?” Elias shook his head quickly. “No, Alpha Aarhea. He never said anything. I swear.” Jake narrowed his eyes. “Not even once? Not even about you becoming Aarhea’s mate?”

Theresa behaved like I was her elder sister and I loved it. Nikita got our meal when Morgan had his gaze on his phone. "You remember Nikita?" He asked. I was surprised by his question and asked him what he meant by his question. "Oh," he said with a surprised expression. "I mean Nikita, the old lady who came to work for us," he said. My mind traveled back to the time I had an injury. "Oh, yes. What happened to her?" "She is no more in the country," Morgan said. "She is away with her family."

This exact version of her had visited his dreams thousands of times over the past decade. They had been a mere breath away from forever. Yet, through his own reckless hands, he had completely thrown away the only girl who had ever loved him with her entire soul. Marco understood with terrifying clarity that for the rest of his natural life, he would never be able to move past this loss. (The End)

Beside it, I'd written: No one missing. The second document contained the official death records I'd obtained. Every kidnapper had been accounted for. Not one was still alive. As Adrian read the reports, his nose stung and his knuckles slowly turned white. The last time he'd investigated the matter had been ten years ago. When he failed to get reliable information, he'd stopped following up. After that, he'd relied entirely on whatever Julianne told him. The final photograph was of me as a child. Back then, I had a small birthmark on my face. I didn't have it removed until I was an adult.

She just stand still. I saw that she swallowed hard and do not know what to do. Gracelyn's mom joined them and invited her husband to eat. "What is going on?" I asked puzzled. "You don't know??" Melo asked. I facepalm myself. "Of course I don't know that is why I am asking. Duhh. " He smiled sheepishly. "Her dad left them the other year. He chose his mistress over them". Melo sighed. "That is the reason Grace hadn't been able to take her exam the other year. She got depressed and shut the world out. She locked herself in her room and Didn't come out of their apartment for two long years." Melo narrated.