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She was headed to her neighbor Edelyn’s house to ask for hot water when her eyes caught sight of a car parked not far away. That car… She recognized it immediately. Her heart clenched painfully as Phoenix stepped out, his eyes locked on hers. He stood there, his gaze heavy with unspoken words as he watched her approach. The pain in her chest deepened, becoming unbearable. And now that pieces of their love story had come back to her, the ache doubled. She could remember what they had once been. And now, she could feel just how much they had lost. ** His words kept echoing in her mind—the way he called her a liar and a bitch. It made her heart clench in pain, a pain so deep that she knew it wo

Rania still closed her eyes, not wanting to see the king of Alaric until the end of the one-sided love stopped. King Alaric got up and put his clothes back on without looking at Rania, who turned her back to the king without another word. Rania didn't even cry. King Alaric turned to see if even Rania's back had a lot of red spots. The room was very dark because the candlelight had gone out due to melting, but the eyes of king Alaric were very sharp. He could see in the darkness having the blood of a dragon; as a hunter, he could see anything in the dark.

I collided with scattered branches, making my whole body ache. My rolling came to a halt when I felt no ground beneath my body which startled me. My heart protested against my chest and I opened my eyes wide out of pure shock. Luckily, I was able to grab onto a rock and hold on to it with all my life. I was hanging on a cliff. I took a peek below me and saw the threatening and lethal looking figures of rocks along with the clashing waves of the sea. All of a sudden, I felt a stinging sensation at the back of my right hand. I tilted my head upwards and saw crimson blood dripping out from a cut. Maybe I acquired this earlier, I probably hit something which wounded my hand. I cried hard. How di

I still have six more days left before I could see him again. I sit on my chair, right outside our living room's balcony while I was finished reading this novel that Cameron gave me yesterday. It was a story that something I can relate to and I hated Cameron for giving me such book cos it had a wickedly heartbreaking ending. I had a cup of tea beside me as I fix my scarf and cardigan on me. I stare at the sky, tonight was already New Year's Eve and I was so sad that I can't spend it with Nick and he hasn't even tried contacting me which was the worst.

She turned around to look at him and the slight flicker of emotions, that slight confusion which was always present in her eyes when she looked at him was absent, Liza truly had moved on and with a strike of pain, he realized that maybe he would have to finally let go of her. Liza turned back to look at Jonathan, she wondered if he had come out of the room yet. She caught him in standing still in one place, gazing somewhere lost in his thoughts. He looked up at her and caught her gaze. His eyes were rimmed red, and he had a heartbreaking look in his eyes. She had known that they would have this confrontation, since the day they had met again, she had imagined a hundred scenarios, but she had

Although weak but pushing through nonetheless. Ma, wherever you are, I hope you are happy. Warren helped me to my feet and we made our way into the house. Turning our back to the pain but opening our hearts and having the hope of a better future. A future through a different frame and lens. **THE END** Dear readers, I'm happy you read this far to see the ending of this amazing journey. Unfortunately, I don't plan for a sequel to this story because I'm content with where it is at right now and wish to concentrate on new works.

he whispered, and the truth of it hung between them like a blade. Her hand trembled against his chest. “What?” Before he could answer, sirens wailed in the distance. Police. Someone had heard the commotion. The moment was shattering. Julian stepped back, and as he did, he felt something break inside him. Not physically. Something deeper. Something that had to do with the moment a hunter realized they’d fallen in love with their prey. “We need to talk,” Elara said, her voice steady despite everything. “About what you are. About why you came here. About why you’re dying.”

His lips trembled slightly, and across the room, he silently mouthed, "I'm sorry." Slowly, I took off my sunglasses, my eyes as calm as a mountain lake. I held his gaze and silently mouthed, "You don't deserve my forgiveness." Then, I curled my lips into a faint smile, turned around, and walked away, leaving behind a past fraught with blood, tears, and betrayal. … Months later, with Uncle Winston's help and care, I made a full recovery. Mom also began to heal from her grief. I legally changed Avery's last name to Monet, completely erasing all traces associated with the Sinclair family.

It burned every last one of them to death. I closed the book, a strange, heavy ache settling in my chest. I wished I had never finished it at all—or that I had listened when Kavian warned me I wouldn’t like the ending. Was trusting people pointless? Did it always end the same way—with betrayal, with knives hidden behind smiles? The story left me restless, my mind crowded with questions that had no answers. A series of unfamiliar noises from within the ship and outside pulled me from my thoughts. Footsteps hurried past the door, followed by raised voices, until the servant Grace entered the room.

Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the kiss, salt and fire blending into something that hurt and healed all at once. When we finally broke apart, breathless, our foreheads remained pressed together. His chest heaved. Mine ached. And for the first time in years, the wall between us cracked, letting in a fragile, dangerous hope. We weren’t whole. We weren’t healed. Yet in that moment, I knew neither of us was truly lost. We were moving. Still breathing. In the moment.