Not For The Weak Hearted Novels & Stories

‘Why do you think I don't want this?’ I repeated what he said to myself…..I was stunned speechless I didn't answer. I couldn't. I didn’t even know what to say. I didn't want him to admit to my face that he was only putting up with me for the sake of his boyfriend. He cooked his head sideways anticipating an answer, upon seeing me quiet he continued “Oliver never ever put yourself down,you are worth a lot and more. Don't think you aren't worthy of someone, people don't define you and you are a work of art on your own”

who are you talking about? Lucas opened his mouth, struggling to say the name. " You must marry Li--" The heart monitor let out a deafening beep . The line went flat... Vincent froze . His father's hand went limp in his grip. He was gone too. And the name he had been about to say was left incomplete. No no Dad you can't do this to me. Please don't do this to me.. He was a sobbing mess, he couldn't hold his tears as it kept falling...

“The same as your wolf-boy.” My breaths come in heavy, and the ricocheting of my heart sounds like a pinball machine in my ears as I feel faint. “W-what?” my eyes feel heavy, and I stumble back. Looking at my elbow, I realize that my body can’t take much more between the blood oozing out and no food; the forest trees spin, and my vision blurs, lights out.

"Just that he's stable, that they're running tests, that someone will update us properly once they understand more." We found Marcus already in the waiting room when we arrived, having beaten us there by nearly twenty minutes, his own careful composure visibly strained by whatever information he'd already managed to gather. "They think it's a heart attack," he told us quietly, his voice carrying the particular flatness that arrived whenever genuine emotion threatened to overwhelm his careful reserve. "Moderate severity, according to the initial assessment. They're preparing him for an emergency procedure, some kind of stent placement to address whatever blockage caused the event."

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] [He's just such a tiny thing… But holding him in my arms, I thought for a split second I should do everything for him and Sue. [But that was the moment the doctor told me about his congenital heart defect.] [30th September. I'm marrying for Nathan's sake, but I'm not marrying Sue.] [But I'm going to be a good husband to Sue and a good father to Nathan.] The pen was pushed so hard on the paper for that last line that it almost tore through it. I couldn't help smiling wryly.

SARAH: “I’m s‌o t​ired, Amon. Physically, emoti‍onally, spiritual‌ly t⁠ire⁠d. I don’t kno⁠w if‍ I’m strong enough for t⁠his.⁠” AMON: “You don’t have​ to be strong enough alo‍ne. That’s what I’m here for. When‍ you’‌re w‌eak​, I’​ll be​ stron‌g. Wh​en I’m wea‍k, y⁠ou’ll be strong‍. We’ll take tu‌rns hol‍ding each other up.” SARAH: “And wh​en we’re b‍oth we‌a‍k?”

“You’re not weak, Veronica. You’re not desperate. You’re human. You’re brave enough to feel, brave enough to love, even when it’s risky. That takes strength.” I shook my head, tears still flowing. “I don’t feel strong. I feel… helpless. I feel like I’m standing outside a world I can’t reach. And I hate myself for it.” “No, love,” she said firmly, holding my chin gently so I had no choice but to meet her eyes. “You’re doing exactly what you’re supposed to do. You care, yes...but you’re careful. You’re aware. That’s not a weakness. That’s heart.”

" She said and Aaron followed in a white room. Aaron held the Omega's hand tightly in his, chanting encouraging words to the exhausted Irish. It had been two hours already, and Irish is beyond exhausted. Her blue hair stuck on her forehead as she pushed again. "You are doing such a great job, Irish.So good. Perfect Omega." Aaron praised, and Irish's wolf wanted to howl, satisfied that the Alpha is proud of them "Just one more push. Irish this is the last one." The doctor said, and Irish pushed again, tears running down her cheeks, her entire body muscle sore.

His deep and magnetic voice entered my ears, and my body trembled. He raised his hand slightly and placed it on my chest, tracing the outline of my nipple as he grabbed my waist, "Let me show you what a Pervert is." He whispered.