Never Yours Again Novels & Stories

He fixed his clothes—pants zipped, shirt buttoned over the scratches I’d left. Left me there—bent over the slab, dress torn, body marked, leaking his hate down my thighs onto the family tomb. He paused at the door, rain visible through the crack. “This isn’t over,” he said quietly. “Every year. On his anniversary. You will meet me here. And I will hate-fuck you again. Harder. Until we both break.” I smiled into the cold stone—shaking, ruined, full of him. I hated Logan Keller.

The day the nationwide serial killer, Landis Grant, was executed, I was the one who escorted him to the death chamber. Right before the lethal injection, he turned his head and looked at me with strange, sudden pity. "You know, I only actually killed seventeen people," he whispered, his raspy voice cutting through the silent room. "I deserve to die, no question. But your hotshot lawyer wife? Her death isn't on my tab." Hearing him mention my wife, Valerie Foster, made a hot surge of rage claw up my throat. Three years ago, she was stabbed dozens of times by Landis while protecting crucial evidence. I drove through the night from out of state, only to find her body completely unrecogniza

But then, sudden, painful memory flashes flooded my mind, shattering my courage. I could hear my mother’s harsh, shrill voice echoing in my head from years ago, cutting through my memory like glass: “You're pure bad luck, Aria! Do you know why your father left us? Do you know why my second marriage fell apart? Because of you! Your stubbornness ruins every single good thing that comes into my life!”

But his eyes never left Adrian. Not for a second. “Say what you came to say,” Julian said coldly. Adrian straightened his shirt calmly. Then he looked at me deeply. And for the first time, I did not see his charming smile or look; I saw seriousness. “You asked what was urgent,” he said quietly. “Yes.” I nodded slowly. He paused for a minute, trying to arrange his words. Then he continued. “You weren’t the only one who lost something three years ago.” “What does that mean?” I asked in shock.

When a quiet wolf female is forced into an arranged marriage under another name to preserve a vital territory alliance, she expects to finally stand beside the High Alpha she has secretly loved for twelve years. Instead, she is met with open hostility by a cold mate who believes she is his manipulative betrothed. As pack secrets, a stolen-craft scandal, and a murder investigation threaten to tear the territory apart, the High Alpha must discover the truth behind her identity before the gentle substitute bride he mistreated reclaims her sovereignty and disappears into the wild forever. [Werewolf Romance, High Alpha, Fated Mate, Enemies to Lovers, , Arranged Marriage, Revenge & Betrayal, Po

I don't know what's gonna happen in the future but I know this won't be the last of us. So how can you say goodbye to someone you never wanted to set free in the first place? __________ SFTC: Listen To Your Heart - Roxette

I shrugged it off wearing a smile. ‘’Ah you smashed already, what else are you still doing with her again?’’ Louis asked leaning forward on the table to look the answers in my eyes. ‘’It is okay if you want to the second time but never a third time. Everyone moves on the third time. You know the drill.’’ He jerked a shoulder forward.

♥ It's sad to say, well even to think, but as it turned out the nightmare never ends, it just takes a break to then come back with renewed force and make our hearts race and our brains ache. Everything we live, everything we feel, a whole legacy is left... Absolutely everything is renewed, and it's up to the next ones who come to know how to make them tip for the good... or for the bad. I tried to bring my friend Maya back, for good, unfortunately I couldn't.

Not this time. I lowered my lashes, keeping my voice flat. "You're funny, Mr. Hamilton. It's just a ring. If Elodie wants it, she can have it." I fished it out of the trash and dropped it into his palm. His eyes flickered. "I'm warning you—if anything happens to Elodie, this wedding's off. Anytime." Thinking about how he'd smiled at that stupid tattoo before dying in my last life, I couldn't help but grin. "Relax."

“You’re leaving.” “Yes.” “For him?” he asked, bitterness creeping in. Rihanna shook her head. “For me.” Dennis ran a hand through his hair, pacing. “So Andy just steps in where I failed?” “No,” she said. “Andy exists because you kept choosing not to.” “That’s not the same thing.” “It is when you disappear,” she replied. “It is when I find out from strangers that I don’t exist in your story.” Dennis stopped pacing. “I said I’d come to London.”