No Chance Of Remarriage: Get Lost Mga Nobela at Kwento

She shook her head. “I believe in *us*.” He grinned. “Then let’s show the world what that means.” They kicked forward. Two silhouettes racing toward chaos—not with certainty, but with *choice.* The legacy of Whiteclaw would not be bloodlines or names. It would be **them**. And every morning they chose to love. And every night they chose to stay. As the wind howled, the pack’s future rode into the fire— together. --- ? **全书完。**

If… If he or she's alive, it would be more pleasing to have this kind of scene every day. The emptiness filled my heart, longing for the child I lost. What am I doing? I should have moved on with my life, building a family I wanted and needed with a person who was always by my side, rather than making a mess and worsening everything. I gazed through the transparent glass window and saw Dante with a woman having a conversation. The person I could trust with my future. “Ma'am,” Abby called my attention. She gestured to the television at the corner and my brows furrowed as the news flashed on the screen.

I can feel my face heat up at the question. Jean covers her mouth giggling. I think I can see a tear making its way out of her eye. When Jean is able to catch her breath, “It took me a few years before I was finally able to love Gerald the way he should be loved. It’s one of my regrets. I wish I was able to move past the past sooner.” She looks to me placing her hand over my own, “I don’t want you to live the same regret as me. Think about it? Alright?” Not knowing what to say I just nod. Jean smiles and stands up bowing before leaving. I wonder if Jeong is upset with the way I acted. Does Gerald and Nathan also know about it too? Why does everything have to be so complicated?

Gabriel is Second to the the leader that banished us and with his kind of power he is nobody to mess with. I bit my lip and scratched my nose with my other hand. "I shouldn't of been so careless." I mumbled, feeling upset because I let him down. Another sound emanated in the distance and with it a howl. A sign that the Remis pack was close. "What was that?" I asked. My ears going in the direction of the howling.

"Im glad you were given a second chance. Now you should return home your family will be waiting for me to arrive to give them the news of your passing. I think you showing up will give them a happier ending." "Yes, I think it will, and Erik, I hope you get your happy ending too," I said, walking away. "Me too" was all I heard as I left the packhouse towards my new life, my second chance and to maybe one day find my mate again. ***

I know he is the one I have lost my heart to. The next morning I left from there early as my mother told me to run. I was lost and a nomad for a year. Then I met Jenny. She was lost from her family too. I feel connected with her. And that is where again I saw him. his picture. But he was now a married man. then everything happened so fast that I barely can accept this is my fate. FLASHBACK ENDS***

“You have become my whole world and I can’t wait to call you Mrs. Stone. I hope I get to watch you become a Mother to my children and that I get to watch you grow old with me as we create a lifetime of memories together.” I stood listening to every word, trying not to cry and mess up my makeup. I looked in his eyes as he spoke to me, filled with joy. I responded with, “Jason, I never imagined I’d get a second chance to feel love again. You have taken away all of my fears and have given me the chance to share myself, my dreams and hopes with you. I can’t wait to create a lifetime with you, I love you. I promise you the rest of my life and am so proud to be able to call you my husband,” I smil

There was something crazed about him. Sadie had a bad feeling. Something about him felt different from three years ago. He was really dangerous! "Aren't you living a good life right now, Connor? You have fame and money. Don't do anything stupid." He moved closer to Sadie, his smile eerie. "The stupidest thing I ever did was let you go, Sadie. I'm back this time to marry you and start a family. I'm here to do what we didn't manage to do three years ago."

I paused a moment before saying softly, "Let's get divorced, Ian." It was true that I was an uncouth woman. I grew up in the orphanage, and I had no family other than the old orphanage director. Three days ago, the director passed away and was scheduled to be cremated, and I asked Ian if he could accompany me to the funeral, but he was busy accompanying Jewel and did not pick up any of my calls. I ran in the rain, trying to get a taxi, only to end up in an accident right outside the building of Langham Corporation. My hands were crushed under the car tires. When the ambulance failed to arrive, I begged the passersby to call Ian.

"Tsk—what kind of question is that? Of course we still need to talk. We have to sort everything out before we—" "Sort things out? This is just a marriage on paper! What exactly is there to plan?" he asked, sounding clearly annoyed. I didn’t reply immediately. He was right—this was never a real marriage. Realizing that, I suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment. "I suppose there’s nothing left for us to discuss. My assistant will contact you sometime soon, perhaps tomorrow, to let you know when we’ll be traveling to Florida. I’m leaving now; I’ve already spent far too much time here," he said, turning his back to walk away.