Persephone Lover Novels & Stories

"Mate" His heart painfully clenched when her expression changed, the feeling of helplessness evident, her heart was broken and fire like agony flowing in her veins. She seemed lost, her eyes glistened with unshed tears....she didn't let them fall....his eyes reflected unquestionable and undisputed affection. The wolves watched the two incredulously as it dawned on them who Persephone's mate was. Elders predicted their future....a very painful torturous life. Persephone wanted to curl up in a ball and cry her heart out, all these time pretending to be happy has drained her energy, she didn't knew what she wanted in her life anymore....it was all dark for her.

He started narrating and I just listen in silence and tears. “I tried my best to love her, but my heart loves only Louisa and no one else. Unfortunately, the mother you knew was Louisa’s friend and she couldn’t give birth to a child because she had a terminal illness and her womb was infected.” He was silent for a while and my eyes sting, the pain in my heart deepens and my head buzzed, my mother suffered that much. “She knew I loved Louisa, so she begged Louisa who was already married to Jeffery’s father to sleep with me and get pregnant in her place since she wants to hold my child in her arms before she dies.”

Her breathing was low and sweats started to appear on her body. Persephone opened the strings of her wedding skirt and in a flow it fall down on the floor. With trembling hands she again pulled the strings of her blouse and opened the hooks. Now she was in her red lacy lingerie. Not even for a second His eyes moved down and wandered at her curvy body. His eyes were fixed on her eyes and she was gazing back at his beautiful deep black eyes. He stood up from the bed and came near her. Persephone took a few steps back but the wall stopped and supported her body to stand properly. He bent and tilted his head and whispered in her ear. His husky deep voice and hot breath released thousands of butt

“Widowed is good. Widows get access and sympathy in equal measure, and nobody asks a widow why she’s alone. But reserved is wrong. Make her warm. Warm people are invisible, because everyone’s too busy being flattered to examine them. And give me a dead husband with a personality, someone specific I can be fond of in public. Grief is only convincing in the details.” She’d improved it in ninety seconds. She improves most things I build in about ninety seconds, and I’ve stopped resenting it and started budgeting for it. “Fine,” I said. “Elise Caron, warm widow. I’m Laurent. We’re recently together. Discreetly.” “You’re always recently together with me. You should try besotted. It reads as harml

Something's fishy here. My lover keeps messaging me all the time, saying he wants to see me. I've told him that he'll have to wait now. I can't just go out without a good excuse. This old lady never leaves the house for anything; she's like a watchdog. She must be watching me, and I have to be very careful with her, sneaking around this house. Even the maids seem to be watching me all the time. I just have to be very careful, and I'll be safe. Ricardo's Mother -

I smiled at Xavier and said, "Well, Tristan just lost a potential marriage partner, that's all. I'm sure that plenty of women are still lining up to marry him even after hearing what happened." Xavier was momentarily stunned before he burst out laughing. "You have it all figured out, huh?" He paused for a moment before continuing, "Well, what do you think about him being stripped of his title of successor of the Graham family?" I stiffened. "Tristan's an incredibly stubborn man," Xavier explained. "Things would have blown over if he laid low for some time. However, he was insistent on looking for you. His actions greatly angered Mr. Graham." He shook his head helplessly. "Who would have thou

"It's all my fault for not taking better care of you. The doctor said you may never get out of bed again." She took my hand and pressed it against her cheek. "But it doesn't matter. Even if you become a cripple who can never leave his bed, you'll still be the only love of my life. I'll take care of you forever." I looked at her affectionate face, and my stomach churned violently. Instinctively, I flailed my arms and desperately shrank toward the edge of the bed. I just wanted to get farther away from this poisonous woman. Amelia's expression changed.

We were practically empty, and I really wish someone had warned us about times like that and what to do. ‘‘I’m here to gather all your pieces. Just fight to hold on. And then they will fit again, we’ll do it in the name of love,’’ Apollo whispered before kissing my forehead. Apollo just kept holding me, no reason needed, I knew it was just to keep me there, with him. All the scenes, all the lines of this story, every word of those pages were simply slipping from my hands, and I was so scared of how this would end. If it would end.

When I first arrived in Perinia, I was so heartbroken and jet-lagged that I couldn't sleep a wink at night. When I did fall asleep, I would dream of the first time I had met Jonathan. My family hadn't gone broke at the time, and I was studying abroad. I spent my days aimlessly having fun. I had no plans for the future. I would lounge by Sidras River and watch the sunset. After that, I would stroll through Roselle Street, but I always felt lonely, like I was missing something.

Ryan underwent a berserk metamorphosis, his clothes rapidly transforming into shards of clothing’s. He moved with dexterity, his eyes searching for Enoch, transmitting orders as he moved. Apparently, the Victorians had not waited for long. How they had gotten wind to attack when everyone was unaware, no one knew but they were here. Leila watched as a young wolf that had yet to learn how to transform, get torn into bits by the calvary from the Victorians. Blood gushed out of her throat; evidence of her neck being snapped. It dyed the ground and the dress she was wearing red.