Sadstory Novels & Stories

David said, his blue gaze steady on his son. His words only proved to contort the man's face. All the unresolved anger at his father bubbled to the surface. William had spent years feeling bitterness and sadness over the loss of the man before him. Hating him for not trying harder to stay for them but living with him all the same. It had taken so long, and William thought he'd worked through that. But standing here and hearing those words brought it all back.

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

“Hey, I need more than that!” He spun around and caged me to the wall. “Just trust me, little one.” “No! I need to know, why don’t you tell me?” I was outraged. He constantly avoided the topic. Damon pressed against me and leaned closer to my ear. “He was under my command for a while We fought together in a few wars. Vadas isn’t all that prince charming. He is a monster. Stay away from him. End of talk.” And he strode away, leaving me only more questions. Fuck these males and their tempers.

Aric Price first met Hayden Moreau when he was eight years old, a little bit later after Leath enrolled at Alexandrite Academy. Hayden was six years older than him so he didn’t think that they’d be friends, even more so when Aric saw how much of a troublemaker he was.

Richard was still holding me. He knew me, he knew me too damn well. "Here... give me your keys, let me put your stuff inside. Let's go, I'll take you back to your place. You're in no condition to drive. I'll take a cab back. Come on." I was too sad, too tired to argue with him. All these mixed feelings that I have towards James, being a sugar baby, my frustrations with my parents, Ashley and Nicole, and also Richard.

Warm tears welled up in my eyes and my pale cheeks re -read. "Sadie, what's happening to you ?!" Kuya Loren asked again with his howling voice. Shit. Scary. I sobbed and closed my eyes as I covered my ears. I backed away until my back hit the couch. "That's enough ..." I cried. "That's enough ..." I beg you. "Sadie naman .. I told you not to fall for hi—"

I finally asked and clenched my jaw to anticipate her disappointing answer. "Seventeen." Holy fuck, seventeen. A fucking minor. I blinked several times while convincing myself that having a hard on towards a hot minor wasn't a sin. Just what the hell did I expect? Sadie's 19 and she's one year old when she was lost. "You?" She asked back. I let out a deep breath before answering, "21."

Safe was a fantasy. Except— Sadie. The thought cut through me before I could strangle it. My chest tightened, and I threw back another swallow, forcing the answer down with the alcohol. It didn’t matter. It was too late. Sadie was gone. I hadn’t tried to stop her. I heard scraps of news from Matthew, nothing solid. Even he said he didn’t know where she went. She’d changed her number, disappeared clean. Of course she had. After everything, what else was there for her here?

I muttered, "Jasper, will you be sad if I leave?" He rolled his eyes and continued playing his video games. "Why would I be sad? I couldn't be happier. No one will care if I eat ten hamburgers a day. I can stay up playing video games all night if I want to. I don't have to practice swimming and rock climbing every day either. And I can sleep in every day!" My smile froze. It was good that he would not be upset. This way, I could leave without worry.