One For Sorrow Novel Novels & Stories

Once. Twice. Then burst into laughter. Loud laughter. Uncontrollable laughter. Origin folded her arms. "You disappeared." The woman nodded. Still laughing. "Yes." "You left." "Also yes." "You abandoned us." The smile faded slightly. The newcomer lowered her gaze. "Yes." Silence. For the first time, she looked sad. Genuinely sad. Nova suddenly understood. This reunion wasn't simple. It wasn't joyful. It wasn't easy. There were wounds here.

“Hunter, how goes the vengeance?” “Slow yet,” answered Felix. She laughed, “You heart doesn’t sound in it like usual.” “My heart is changing,” answered Felix. “Good, vengeance only corrupts and brings more heartache.” Dolorous waved her hand over the water, and a beautiful woman redheaded woman appeared before, she had my eyes, and … “momma, no” I was in a room as a little girl holding her hand in bed, pale. I shook my head. “Evelyn, are you alright,” Felix reached out to me.

He reached out his hand, covered in horribly scarred burns, to touch the inscription on the tombstone, but his fingertips trembled violently in mid-air. "Leah... It hurts so much..." He finally said, his voice hoarse and barely audible. This time, only the endless cold wind of the cemetery answered him. He finally understood that the mate who used to care for him and break through his mental barriers to run to him would never come back. ... A year later, Timothy liquidated most of his land and properties, establishing a foundation called The Sunflower to help outcast female werewolves. He was carrying out an endless act of atonement.

It just wouldn't make sense for Colette to still pretend to be me if she were to wish for his speedy recovery at the chapel since it was a private moment and nobody knew about her identity there anyway. So, the person who wrote these wishes had to have been the real Winter Brooke. "Winter…" Finnegan's eyes were deep like the abyss as he sprawled out over my body. I instinctively moved closer to Hal. I thought that Finnegan was going to start interrogating and blaming me for something I never did again. Hal quit his mobile game and handed me his phone. I quickly typed my message in it. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry! I'm sorry that it had all been a one-sided thing all along. I promi

Iris's POV So, in 3 days I will be Mrs Harrison. I have been having sleepless nights because of the thought of being someone's wife. The nerves were eating me up, and I couldn't eat or sleep properly. I was anxious, and I kept asking myself if this was a sacrifice that I was willing to make. My life was going to change, and I wasn't sure that I was prepared for that kind of change. It's an arranged marriage, and I am sure as hell that between us, there are no feelings. I mean, sure, I found Julian very attractive and my heart skipped a beat, but that's about it. I don't know much about marriage, but I know that a lot more than attraction goes into it. We only met once and that was not enough

I had another hour before my next class so I just decided to go to the library and wait there because staying in one place somehow eases the pain. I walked into the library with a cup of black coffee in my hand. I walked to a quiet and secluded place and sat on a chair. I took a deep breath as I drank from my coffee. I took out my favorite book, The Notebook, from my bag and placed it on the desk. I can't count the number of times I had read the book. It has so much behind it, love, pain, sorrow, loss and grief. I cried the first time I read the book. I also cried the first time I watched the movie.

That seemed to do the trick and I drifted off again. I opened my eyes, they were still sore and achy from exhaustion. That poor excuse of a sleep did nothing to revitalize my energy. I rolled onto my back and took a deep breath. As I did, the realisation hit me. His scent wasn’t as strong as it should be. The room wasn’t as warm as it usually is. The bed felt colder than normal. I didn’t need to look at the empty space beside me to know that he was gone. I could feel it. The hollowness, the emptiness, it was hard to ignore. Pain radiated through my body as a deep set and torturous sorrow smothered my heart. I squeezed my eyes tight and gripped the sides of my head. The pain was too much, it

"Evet." When he lowered his head and entered his room, he came across a picture of his parents. With a wry smile and heavy steps, he went to the nightstand and took the picture in his hand. While the word "I'm sorry" was falling from his mouth with broken sobs, he embraced the picture among his rising cries... Death was right, but the person who caused it would suffer from remorse until he died... ***

said Lydia sarcastically. "But I still love him. I want him back. I want him.. back... please," I said in tears. Lydia held me close to her chest. She was about to join me in the crying party before mom walked back into the room. "Come here, baby, " mom said with open arms as she got closer and sat next to me on my bed. Momma and Lydia held me as I cried my eyes and heart out. My wedding day has turned into a nightmare, my boyfriend, husband to be, has just turned into an ex-boyfriend...

I hissed as Prince was going on with another verse of "Kiss." Nearly knocking the iPad off the table where it sat, Nolan hit something on it and turned off the music altogether. I did my best to explain that the pain I'd felt in my heart wasn't as physical as it was emotional, even though the pain had been brutal. It really had been reminiscent of the pain I'd felt that horrific day when I first laid eyes on what was left of Madeline's mangled car and, even more horrifying, the covered bodies on the ground.