Novel & Cerita Out Of Love's Haze

I would never look back, nor would I stop to reclaim the love that never belonged to me in the first place. Right now, Elaine was kneeling on the floor while shrieking hysterically, "Haha! So what if you found her, William? She's already someone else's wife! There's no way she'll return to you!" William's expression darkened instantly, but he never said a word. Then, Elaine turned to glare at me—she was unwilling to accept defeat. She soon spat out a mouthful of blood. "You must be making fun of me now, right? After all, I also thought that William was in love with me! Who'd have thought that he loved you instead? I thought I won, but you emerged as the winner in the end. I really am patheti

With that said, he made his way into the car, and drove off. I exhaled a deep breath, my mind was all blank. I still couldn't digest the fact that Haya was now married, and not just married to anyone, but to my tormenter's best friend. I wrapped my hands around myself, as I gazed up on to the dark, silent sky of winter, sending a silent prayer all the way up before the sky. I was about to go inside, but saw Haris's car coming inside. I stood there, as I saw him, parking, then getting out, and opening the passenger seat.

Ten-year-old Rhett Grimfang glared at me. I was just about to turn and leave when the hem of my gown became stuck at the corner of the table, tearing it open with a loud rip. "You scheming she-wolf! That was the dress my mother loved most!" Rhett's eyes were red as he stared at me with hatred. "Rhett… you're lying. Sylvia loved gowns inlaid with moonstone crystals. How could she possibly have cherished this plain, old white dress?"

Tears pooled in her eyes, turning the marble table and her bowl of food into a distorted blur of colors. Hazel bit her lower lip so hard she tasted the metallic tang of blood. Her right hand squeezed the left side of her chest, gripping the fabric of her shirt until it wrinkled. The ache in her chest felt far more excruciating than the complications of the disease eating away at her cells. "Shit. Do I... really still love Marco?" Hazel whispered into the silence of the room. Her voice broke as a single tear fell into her lap. "Do I... still love him?"

“There’s nothing to say. Stop looking for someone who’s dead.” Jax’s hand dropped. Pain flashed raw across his face. “I love you. Whatever you are now... I’m still here.” Hazel looked at him for a long second. “Love won’t kill King. I will.” She walked toward the garage. Hazel spent the rest of the day in the garage. She didn’t speak to anyone. She worked out instead — heavy bag until her knuckles bled, push-ups on the concrete until her arms shook, pull-ups on a rafter until she couldn’t hold on. Sweat poured down her face but she kept going. Mikey watched from a stool, wincing.

The band was etched with two branches woven together. “Taz, once I’m back on my feet, I’m going to give you a wedding so grand you’ll remember it for the rest of your life!” Hugh recalled what he had said to me back then. He stared at the ring and reached for it with trembling fingers. The moment his fingers touched it, he looked up and kicked the subordinate in front of him to the ground. “Taz can’t be dead! You didn’t look hard enough! All of you, get out there and find her!” he yelled frantically.

"Selena, we have more pressing matters. I can't let personal emotions cloud my judgment right now." My heart sank. "Hazel, if our love was ever real, if it still means something to you, swear it. Swear that I'm the one you love, that Mia is just a memory." His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of conflict in his eyes. But he shook his head. "I won't swear, Selena. I can't make promises I might not keep in the chaos that lies ahead." The realization hit me like a wave, and I couldn't contain the heartache. "Hazel, I can't keep pretending that everything is fine when our foundation is crumbling. If you can't swear to our love, then tell me honestly, do you still love me?"

I follow his gaze and see exactly what made him respond like that. Another Haze, rolling over the horizon to start this whirlwind all over again. Hollis laughs helplessly. I look at Eva, and she winks at me. I’m glad the Haze is here. Everyone deserves a chance at happiness like this.

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"

I saw him smile that day and perhaps that’s why I believed in their love. “What is love, Halsey?” this is such a cliché, a common question, but at the same time it can kill you. no one knows the right definition, perhaps I don’t as well. In the beginning I told Zeus that he’s obsessed over Aurora, however, he was in love with her all along. How funny, Zeus was in love, without even realizing it and I took his lover away. “Love is… pain, hurt, disappointment, love is waiting…” she looked at me, my eyes fixed at her grey eyes.