Romans & histoires The Day You Left

When the Blackridge Pack invaded, I hid inside a closet with my daughter in my arms. The first rescue mech to break through the encircling wolves and leap into the building was piloted by my own brother, Kyle. But after opening the closet and taking one look at us, he simply turned around and headed for the room next door, where our adopted sister, Layla, was hiding. "Wren, you're the Luna. You're supposed to put the pack first. I'll take Layla out first. I'll come back for you and Mia on the second trip." We waited for an hour, and the second trip never came. I contacted my mate, Damian, and asked if he could send someone to get us out. His response was ice-cold. "Stop being so difficul

He asked one question. “When do we leave?” Lena smiled. “Friday morning.” Kai looked at the calendar. For the first time, the empty spaces ahead of him didn't feel like gaps that needed filling. They felt like theirs. And Friday was close enough to touch.

So sad but true, for me, there's only you Been crying since the day, the day you went away. `I remember date and time, December twenty-fifth, Sunday twenty-five after nine in the doorway with your case no longer shouting at each other, there were tears on our faces, and we were letting go of something special. Why do we ever know what we've got 'til it's gone? How could I carry on? the day you went away 'cause I've been missing you so much I have to say been crying since the day

"She left you, she left you not me-" "Leave," "I planned on doing that anyway, and disregard my invitation," I said grabbing my jacket walking out. . . . . . . . . .

Six years later, You must have been sent from heaven to earth to change me You're like an angel The thing that I feel is stronger than love believe me You're something special I only hope that I'll one day deserve what you've given me But all I can do is try Every day of my life You leave me breathless You're everything good in my life You leave me breathless I still can't believe that you're mine You just walked out of one of my dreams So beautiful you're leaving me

# Day 23 What do you want Agustin De Luca? You always wanted me to beg, to break me....I am fucking broken, I am fucking begging you, let me live.... You have already broken me into pieces now please have mercy and at least leave my pieces along, before no trace of me is left. ....................................................... # Day 24 I want you to be nothing more than a distant memory, or maybe not even that, is there any way to induce amnesia? ........................................................ # Day 25

That was Saturday morning. KATHY❤🌈💯: So it's during the day and you're not here. Where are you? I'm still studying.. I hate this..but I have to do this for Monday's test.. hope you are good.. That was still yesterday. KATHY❤🌈💯: okay now I am going insane. I miss you and you didn't tell me you'll be gone all day.. where are you😢😢😢😢💔...

He gulped and cocked his head. "I will leave you but the day you will forget me, the day you will move on. I will leave you alone happily the day I would see that smile on your face again. If you find someone who could make you smile and laugh like me, love and protect like me, I will leave you. I promise" I closed my eyes and a tear escaped one of my eyes without me knowing about it. I felt his thumb gently wiping away the tear from my cheek. "The day it will happen, I will leave before you could even know about it"

“The one and only. Hello, Ayla Longthorn!” “How do you know my name?” Daya laughed, and it sounded so... magical. “I know a lot of things. Thirteen years have passed since I last heard that song.” “Where did you hear it before?” Ayla asked. “Oh, here and there. True love is the answer,” Daya said before disappearing. “To what?” Ayla asked. No reply came.

Albert Dawn was only a rumor when I left. The world outside was a shade between blue and ash, the horizon still clinging to the night. The pack house stood behind me, silent except for the wind whispering through the trees. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. Cess’s words still echoed in my head: “Call me every day.” I had tucked the black card into my jacket and left a note on the bedroom counter. Just three words. I’ll be back.