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I feel myself melting in his arms. I hate myself when it comes to Alex, every inch of me surrenders easily to his touch. “Sweetheart, you look breathtaking “ Alex whispered softly after he broke the kiss. “Don’t you dare” I said after I rose my hand and slapped him. I really don’t know what got to me. I expected a hatred look or some nasty comments but nothing happened. “I miss you, I missed you every day” Alex said looking at me. “I can’t call you anymore, your voicemail is full” hearing his words made my heart ache. I can feel the sadness in his words.

Lex asked skeptically. Alexa was lost for words. She could feel her heart constricting against itself as it shattered into a million pieces. Even though they didn't actually reject her, their lack of trust towards her was equivalent to them piercing a silver dagger straight to her heart. What had she done to deserve this? That was it. She was totally fed up. Fed up of always begging in front of her mates to believe in her. Fed up of trying to mend this bond which was formed by the Moon Goddess. Fed up of being the only one to put in the effort. The bubble had burst. She was a fool to believe that her love would be enough. " You were right, Ade," Alexa said sadly. " I wish I didn't stop you f

It was enough for Pasha to know he was eating, drinking, sleeping and waking up on time. He was discharged from the hospital this evening. At that time, he was lying on the bed rereading one of Alex's favorite books, Little Woman. He requested this book after asking Alex's aunt. Alex often read this book. Having read this book before, he wanted to read it again today. While examining his book, Conard was struck by a strange feeling. A flame flickered inside his soul, burning him to ashes. Alex's departure was fresh. A wave of grief and emotions overwhelmed him. Tears flowed down his face. As if it were the first day he met her, Alex's love was still fresh in his heart. His memory never left

Alexandra The silence in the room was deafening, matching the numbness that had settled over Alexandra’s heart. For several minutes, she sat perfectly still, feeling as though she had been struck by a physical blow. The reality of her situation was finally sinking in, and it was a bitter pill to swallow. She had agreed to this arrangement out of desperation, but she never truly understood the nature of the role she was expected to play. The realization that she was essentially being paid to be a "slut" for a man she barely knew felt like a stain on her soul.

Emily “Alex, where are you going? Please don’t leave!” I begged, my voice weak and broken as he turned to walk away. He left without answering, Not even a glance back, shattering what little remained of my heart. I collapsed onto the floor, clutching my stomach as pathetic tears of heartbreak fell down my cheeks. How did things get this bad? How did the love we shared turned into something so broken, so cruel? Today, which was supposed to be my happy day, has now turned into my worst nightmare.

“ Why are you so sweet, Alex? You never complained when I insulted you. You never questioned me when I betrayed you. You didn’t complain even when I left you in The Well of Death.” “ Your response was never the prerequisite for my love, Eva. I love you and my heart will keep beating for you, regardless of your response.” I replied sincerely. I knew that I would always come back to her even if she broke my heart again. She gathered me in her arms, burying her face in the crook of my neck……… I felt completely at peace. All my anxiety drained away, filling me with pure joy. “ I love you, Eva,” I whispered against her hair.

Even trying to persuade rationally wasn't enough. Mitch bit his lip to suppress his surging emotions. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Yesterday, I just got angry in the moment..." When Mitch's expression contorted, Douglass, thinking it was due to pain, anxiously alternated between gently squeezing and releasing his foot and ankle. "..." Despite Douglass's attitude, Mitch felt an indescribable sense of alienation and fear. He feels sorry, joy, sadness, everything, but why doesn't he understand that the current situation is abnormal? Was Douglass momentarily so angry about the breakup that he lost his senses, as he claimed?

I had been hurt too many times before. “Fuck it. I don’t want anything from you,you’ve done enough” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. But I couldn't help it: I was no damsel who needed some guy to come running and fix everything. Not a strange idiot who had literally run me over with his car. "You're just a guy who accidentally ran me over: you don't get to be the hero here. I'm not your damsel in distress, Nathan." His lips twist into a smile - a grin that doesn't reach his eyes. "You're something worse than a damsel in distress."