Novelas y relatos de Sad Truths

Knowing even though she is not awake, she is still using all her energy to try and save me, from this never-ending sorrow. Dark circles are all I see around me, looking into all these exhausted faces of the people I love and care most for in this hard world. Knowing I am the cause for all their suffering, makes my body feel over racked with pain and devastating sadness, making my stomach churn. Weeping inside everytime I look into their eyes, watching all the happiness slip away. I don't know how to help them or myself. Except to maybe leave my pack territory and go in search of the man my heart is longing for.

“Can sense your sadness. What is it?” “I used to have a cat; you know. A black cat who was a soul eater. His name was blue… um, Queen Zoraida ordered it to be killed and it sounds crazy but that day broke me.” My mouth tightened as I frowned at the thought of Mr. Blue. [Flashback] “Come back…” I had trailed those words in tears. “Please come back. I have no one to talk to. They all curse and hate me.” “Please come back.”

It's like I sank towards the bottom of the ocean. I feel numb, I can't move anymore. huh, I'm cold everything around is slowly drifting away. I try my best to breathe but I can't and I'm not fighting it anymore. This is what I get for hurting and caring for other people. I should stop fighting other people's battles and learn to fight for myself. What do I want that will make me happy? Rest. I just need rest.

“You’re too good for this world, you know that? But okay. We’ll figure out plan B.” I leaned back against the seat, staring out at the darkening sky. The anger simmered now, a slow burn toward the people who’d twisted my life into this mess. But underneath, the sadness weighed heaviest—a deep, aching grief for what Zayden and I had lost, or maybe never fully had. And the dilemma gnawed: hold on and hope, or let go before it broke me completely?

I pour myself a cup of coffee and settle into my chair to wait. Andrew arrives a few minutes later. He looks hollowed out. it's clear, he's not slept, over the last four days He looks like he's lost weight and He moves like his bones ache. I have heard the stories. When a wolf loses a mate, sometimes the wolf dies of grief. Sometimes the human goes with them. Sometimes what remains is a shell. It is too early to know which road Andrew is on, but dad said Aether is silent. If the silence holds for over a month, we will have our answer. Looking at him now, I don't know how he'll survive it. He lost his mate and his son in one night. His legacy was severed. That breaks something deep in anyone,

Just three photos. The first: my hospital diagnosis. Food poisoning. A severe allergic reaction. Threatened miscarriage. The second: Adrian's mortgage agreement, backing an $800,000 loan. Creditor: Summer Shafer. The third: my pants soaked in blood as the park ranger loaded me into an ambulance. One caption. [On Valentine's Day, I lost my child... and the ability to love the man I trusted.] Less than ten minutes later, the comments went feral. [Wait. Is this actually real??]

Regret would eat her alive once she found out she'd pushed away a man of Evan's caliber. She'd be the biggest joke of them all. Compared to her future, the Leightons had it easy. At least they'd gotten two high-quality life-saving drugs as recompense. Hazel had nothing. Even her parents were on Evan's side. That meant Hazel would lose everyone soon enough. The thought of Hazel and Anya's future misery brought Thaddeus a modicum of joy. Sure enough, the frustration he felt vanished. Humans. They'd derive joy from the pain of others. He felt his anger tame to manageable levels now that he knew someone would have it worse than him.

Meanwhile, Jonah barely left her bedside the whole time. But when a rabid beast tore up my leg and I couldn't walk for two weeks, they just tossed me a pouch of herbs and had me tend to myself. They didn't so much as ask if I was okay. For a long time, I thought it was my fault. Mom died because of me, so someone like me didn't deserve anyone's kindness. At least, that was what I believed, until what happened that day at Lisa's coming-of-age ceremony. She stuck her foot out on purpose and tripped me straight into the freezing lake.

she sobbed. “I won’t let you talk about my late daughter like that!” Aunt Sadie fired back. “If you didn’t respect her in life, at least have the decency to respect her soul.” Nevaeh glared at her. “I will say whatever I want about your daughter, and you won’t stop me. She was evil, and I’m sure she won’t find peace wherever she is,” she stated coldly, turning back to Hudson. Aunt Sadie stood there, both angry and heartbroken.

Tomorrow she would begin building the partnership with Damien that might be their only hope of surviving what was coming. But tonight, alone in the darkness of her new room in her new home with her new husband sleeping just beyond that connecting door, Sadie allowed herself one moment of honest emotion. She thought about her father's company, currently employing a woman who would destroy it. She thought about Marcus, somewhere out there plotting his next move. She thought about Damien, trapped in a marriage to a woman he didn't trust and probably never would. And she thought about the blade that had pierced her side, the pain that had stolen her breath, the moment when she had genuinely beli