Saving Abel So Addicted To You Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 Death Does Become Us My name is Arabella Smith, and I sorta died today. Don’t surprise me with my luck. It’s just a shame it’s a day before my thirtieth birthday. They say only the good die young but I think thats a load of crap. why don’t we start back when my bad luck started, bout three weeks ago, when i caught my boyfriend of six years cheating. *three weeks ago*

She wraps her arms around me chest, holding me back. I could feel the tears blurring my vision. I AM SO FUCKING SICK OF CRYING. Sick of crying about him. Sick of crying because of him. I have never cried this much before in my whole life. Not even when I was being abused by my father. They continued to kiss, and kiss, and kiss, and fucking kiss on the dance floor and I felt like I wanted to puke. Especially when he took her by her hand and they left the Bar.

How pitiful that I only see reality now. After getting my answer, Gabriel hurriedly rushed into the kitchen. I smiled bitterly and tore open a bag of chips, carelessly tossing them into my mouth. My phone's social media contact page showed a new friend request. It was Victoria. I recognized her profile picture immediately - it was a silhouette of Gabriel and her together. The verification message read: “Aren't you curious why the Alpha wanted to give you a bag today? Do you know where he slept last night? I really admire you. Your mate has already fallen in love with someone else, yet you act like nothing happened.”

“I wanted to protect myself. To keep the truth hidden. But maybe I just destroyed something real before it could even start.” She leaned back against the couch, covering her face with her hands. “Damian must hate me now. God, he must think I used him…” Her heart twisted painfully. Despite everything, she craved him. She wanted to hear his voice, to explain, to beg for understanding. Instead, she poured another drink. The room blurred around her as exhaustion weighed heavy. Her phone slipped from her fingers, landing on the couch cushion. In her haze, her thumb brushed against the screen, unknowingly dialing a familiar number.

A strong impulse made him want to grab my hand right then, to question or confirm something. However, just as he was about to speak, the emergency encrypted communicator he carried buzzed sharply and inappropriately again. That special vibration pattern for highest priority—Sofia's alone. Sofia's tearful, terrified voice came through, clear even without the speaker on in the quiet gathering with wolves' sharp hearing: "Damine! Help me! I'm at that abandoned watchtower on the territory edge near the human highway... there are, there are poachers with silver weapons! They've tied my wrists with ropes dipped in silver powder! It hurts... my power is being suppressed..."

Right there, in front of all of them, he had shoved a baby into my arms and scolded me, accusing me of giving birth and refusing to take responsibility. I learned the baby, Caleb Sawyer, belonged to my younger sister. My parents begged me to keep him. Since I had no plans to marry, I had agreed. Later, I hated myself endlessly for making that choice. Now, hearing the knocks again, a chill ran through me. I shot upright, hurried to the door, and pulled it open. A familiar face stood there. "Lynn Sawyer, you gave birth to a child and abandoned him. You know child abandonment is a crime."

Earlier tonight, after I’d saved the little girl, she had returned with two men who unlocked the storage room and pulled me out. Japheth Williams and Seth Williams, the two famous brothers of Williams Film Productions, had stood before me as I struggled to get up. The little girl I had saved happened to be their family. Everyone in the city knew Japheth Williams was disabled, but I couldn’t tell which of the brothers had stood before me. They kept their identities hidden so carefully that only their names were known. “I saved Angel because she was an adorable girl I couldn’t ignore,” I remembered telling them when they asked what reward I wanted.

A woman's voice answered calmly. "Then we'll change the plan." The call ended. The man looked once more at the photographs of Aria leaving the pharmacy. One image clearly showed the vitamins in her hand. Another captured the edge of the pregnancy test box. He saved them in a folder. Its title contained only two words. Target Confirmed.

I will take what is mine thanks to brother in-law! “Surrender my kingdom to him? Never! I will never surrender what I fought hard to get. He will have to kill me first!” Abel said arrogantly as if he had golden card in his hand that he will use against Nicklaus and it was true, he had one. Abel didn’t believe that the werewolf had already take three of their allies and Leo’s word of Nicklaus being powerful, he didn’t buy it. The man was just a werewolf nothing more.

I whispered into the camera. “I lost everything. I chose the Queen over you again and again. I destroyed us. But I’m done running. I’m checking myself into a private, intensive rehabilitation facility today. No contact with the Harem. No Sophia. No escape. I’m going to fight this addiction with everything I have left. Not because I think I can win. But because I owe it to the woman you fell in love with. And if there’s even the smallest chance you can ever forgive me… I will spend the rest of my life trying to earn it.”