The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ohhh" she replied. "Take your time, I just want you to know that I like you very much, and I want you very much" "You also want to marry me, make me the mother of your kids? " Yes, can I propose now? Her beautiful eyes were amused. ________________________________________ Hurting myself was what I do Best, lingering on broken memories. What's broken is broken. It can't be fixed. Still my heart felt used. Fekit discarded, even hurting her hurts me more than it should.

This—this careless joy—hit harder than any provocation. She moved closer to the mirror, smiling at her reflection, tilting her head as she hummed. Faint scars traced her skin—ugly, telling marks that hinted at a story he didn’t want to imagine. And still she danced, light and unafraid, as if pain had not taught her to shrink. A puzzle, he thought. One he wanted to unravel slowly. The door creaked when he shifted his weight. She spun. Their eyes locked. The air changed—tightened—like the moment before a storm breaks.

But I never expected that the moment I stepped out onto the balcony, Archie would lock the door behind me. Hearing the sound, I rushed back to the glass door and tried to get back inside. The northern winter was bitterly cold. Snowflakes fluttered through the air. There was no heating on the balcony, and since I was inside just moments ago, I was only wearing a thin set of loungewear. The cold wind swept through my clothes, and my limbs quickly stiffened. The icy pain gnawed at my bones, sending sharp, biting chills deep into my skin. I pounded on the glass door, screaming and begging for help.

My palm stung, but it was nothing compared to the searing pain in my heart. "Jessica, please, come back," he pleaded, his voice trembling with desperation. "We can start over. I’ll make it right. I’ll make you pregnant again—we can have another child..." "Enough!" I cut him off sharply. Even the begging in his voice couldn’t quench the fire of my rage. He had always been cold and heartless toward me. "How dare you bring up our child? Who was it that caused me to miscarry? "Who was it that beat me black and blue just to please Lilith?

"That's not how you acted when you broke off our engagement. Now that you need me, you've come crawling back?" Vivian slapped herself across the face several times. "I didn't cherish you when I should have. I didn't know what I had until it was gone. It's all my fault. I'll do anything to make it up to you!" I scoffed. "No need, Ms. Saddler. Please leave. I already have a girlfriend. Kindly see yourself out." Seeing that Vivian remained kneeling on the floor and was unresponsive, I called for security to have her removed.

“But she doesn’t understand you like I do.” Her blade pressed against his chest. Adrian froze, feeling the cold bite through his shirt, inches from his heart. He stared into her pale eyes, searching for weakness, for anything human left inside. “I will break you,” she whispered. “And when I do, you’ll thank me.” Something inside Adrian snapped.

His voice was teasing, his eyes flicking over me, lingering just a second too long. I tilted my head, my hair falling over one shoulder, my fingers tapping the counter nervously. “What do you give to women with broken hearts?” I asked, my voice catching slightly, betraying the ache I was trying to hide. He grinned, his eyes softening, but there was a playful edge to it. “Broken heart? You don’t look like that kind of woman.” He raised an eyebrow, his voice louder to cut through the music, but still warm, almost too smooth. "Um... you don’t look like someone who got left—you look like the one doing the damage.”

Only want her. I am undone. I am falling apart. She is gone. And my wolf, my broken, desperate wolf, growls low. Full of despair. Full of need. Full of recognition I cannot name. She broke me. And I don’t even know why. The world moves on. I am frozen in the space she left behind. I will not forget that name. Not now. Not ever.

My claws dug into the hem of his heavy leather coat as I begged, “I am ruined, Ada! My position on the ice is gone! Take my life! I lack the strength to drive the silver blade into my own heart… so execute me now!” He looked down at my shivering form, a flicker of cold pity touching his expression at how thoroughly my spirit had been broken. “The more you beg for the long sleep, the more I will force you to breathe this frost.” He stared down with eyes devoid of light, kicking his boot free from my grip. “Spend the rest of your cycles crawling through the slush like an unranked pup.”

Jordan said, causing everyone to laugh, as Brooklyn went ahead to switch off the lights. Just then, the movie began, and Micheal wrapped his arm on my shoulder as my back rested on his body. Ha. I hope this moment is going to last forever and ever. I never want this peace to end. … Author Tina Nwuba: “And this is it, readers. We have come to the end of, “Don't Break My Heart”. Don't forget to check out my other books. And thanks for all your support”.