Novel & Cerita Te Voy Amar Hasta Morir

"You want to use me and my baby to save Yvonne? This time, I want to see how you'll do it. Listen up—I don't ever want to see you again. From this moment on, I'll cut all ties with you all!" With that, I lunged toward the dagger in the kidnapper's hand. The blade slashed across my throat, blood splattering onto the camera. The video cut off.

"How do you know that?" Her smile was predatory. "We own the police department, child. We own the customs chief. We owned the shipping company that brought you here. We know everything about you, Chimamanda. We know the circumstances of your family's death. We know you ran away, and we know if you are deported, you will be arrested the minute you touch the tarmac."

Theodore mumbles. I feel a sharp pain cut through my heart, one I haven’t felt in years. Along with my pain comes my anger. It’s no coincidence that my father died the same day as Ronan his best friend. The Inner Circle has something to do with this. I hear the small voice growl in my head and I flinch. I might have hated the man, Theodore King, but no one has the right to take his life from him, except me! “There might be hope after all.” Alex continues, watching me cautiously as he speaks. I feel my hands visibly shaking from the anger I’m feeling.

"Yeah, everyone jumped all over that one. It's cool. I'll wait 'til we finish school, but no longer than that." The musicians started singing Sabor a Mi, a slow, romantic Mexican favorite. Sarah smiled at the sight of giant Alex next to petite Valerie. Those two were still going back and forth. Sarah didn't get it. Alex looked at Valerie very much the same way Angel looked at Sarah, yet he was still doing the disappearing act on Valerie all the time. They'd go for a good few weeks being inseparable, then he'd be gone with just a few short texts to check in with her, and Valerie was certain he was with someone else.

He will be the Manu in her life. Richard loved Leera like his own mom and Manuel knew that there was no better person to entrust his family in, except his best friend Richard. That was another reason why he kept Richard busy as his assistant because once he died, Richard will be the one to take over and take care of his mother. If he had a choice, he would have decided against it but that was his fate.

he spoke to the screen, feeling damaged when she didn’t respond to him. “Just speak to me once, just give me one more night with you,” He had paused the video as he couldn’t even complete it without crying. “Aramis!” as he played it again, he knew she was going to remind him of the promises he made to her. He knew the look on her face and could tell what she would say next. “Please treat Layla right. She is the reason I am able to die in peace. Leaving her behind, I am certain my babies and my mate will be taken care of. I hope you have not forgotten my dying wish.” As her words broke his heart, he realized he had been breaking all the promises he had made to her.

After she ended the call, Paddy could only remind her carefully, “You know you need to keep your emotions in check, right? You must be intentional about it this time.” She mouthed the words helplessly, “Pase lo que pase, esta vez no se puede evitar la muerte. (No matter what, death cannot be avoided this time around)” However, she looked up to Paddy and said, “I’ll keep that in mind, my friend.” The man could only nod in understanding. “When am I seeing Santiago?” … To be continued…

"I will stay and hold you till the pain goes away. I love you." "Ti améro Massimo ." © KCMmuoe

“Enough.” I stepped forward. “Amara—” “Enough!” Her voice cracked through the room, jagged as lightning. “Both of you!” The gun shook once, twice. Then she lowered it, tears invisible in the rain. “I trusted you,” she said, her voice raw. “I burned the world for you.” I reached for her. “And I built The Veil to protect you, not to destroy you. But they turned it against us. Diego—” But when I looked down, Diego was already dead.

His voice was hoarse but firm, and he made every word clear. "Juliet, in this life, in the next life, and in every life after that, I won't ever let you get hurt again." Back then, he loved me so much, and I believed his promise. But now, I was dismembered. My body was hollowed out, and I was thrown on the riverbank like trash. My pup was torn into pieces. Meanwhile, my Alpha and also my mate personally blocked my cry for help. If he recognized me, would he feel sad?