The Grieving Brain

It's been ten years now and I've programmed my brain to forget her little did I know that I was deceiving myself. Things changed when I saw her. She looked different. She wasn't the same little girl I had fallen in love with. She was now a grown woman. She was gorgeous. I needed her beneath me just for one night. I'd get her out of my system and move on. That was probably a lie. Months later. Here I am drowning my sorrow in alcohol on my last night as a single man. I was getting married to a woman I never truly loved. Tara gave me a shy smile as she approached the aisle with her father. Kelsey looked away and ignored me. I was about to slide the ring on Tara's finger and her father's voice stopped me. "Stop." I turned around and faced him. Tara grabbed his hand angrily. "Dad what are you doing?!" Tara yelled furiously.

After she laid unconscious on Zach's cold body, she unpredictably once had this strange dream. A man who sends her a message that is not legible, but surely giving clue about Zach. The context that's not written in the alphabet made her even more confused. As the words started to fly around her head; full of questions with lack of answers. She began to be curious not just about what the letter says but also about herself. It feels strange, but not. It feels like she just lost someone who's exceptional to her. She's grieving and finding the love of a father, the care of a brother, and the unending worry of a mother. Her true identity begun to hunt her, a true identity that she didn't know it's existing. With emptiness and the feeling of melancholy in her heart, one day, she woke up in a different room surrounded by white walls, quiet hallways, chemical scented places, life monitors, ventilators, and people who are shouting and yelling for help to save and revive their love ones. Knees bent down on the floor, tears falling to their cheeks while both hands are clasps, begging for help. What will happen to her after losing the man she loves? What will happen after knowing the truth? Will she still be able to accept it, or throw it away? Will she still be able to forgive who betrayed her, for the second time, or will she picks to understand again its reason?

“ How much do you earn a month?”  “$75,000.”  “Only? How much will you earn in six months?”  “$450,000.” “And a year?”  “$900,000.”  “If you earn $900,000 a year, it will take you four years to pay off and who do you think will wait four years for a paltry sum?”  “I will work four jobs then.”  “And you expect to earn $75,000 from each job? You can't be serious.” He replied with a scoff. Biting the corner of her lips, she tried to come up with something else but her brain went blank.  ******************  Finding her boyfriend in bed with her best friend, Scarlett is left heartbroken and alone. What she didn’t expect is her life to change the very course of her existence after suffering a car accident and an unexpected matrimony in the hands of the most ruthless mafia man in Las Vegas, Damien Steel.  He needed a wife and she was the perfect candidate.   Love blooms in the hearts of the two individuals. However, their love is put to test.  Will they overcome, or surrender to the will of the temptation that surrounds them? Or perhaps, their love was never meant to be....

Some people are akin to the sun, radiating brightness and warmth ceaselessly. Unaware of their own effect, they inadvertently bring light to someone's dark world and warm up their hearts. Noah Sullivan was such an existence in Vivienne Pearl's life. He was her Sun. But when he rejected her coldly in front of everyone, Vivienne felt like her life was thrown back into the darkness. Fast forward ten years and fate reunites them at a friend's wedding. Despite her best efforts to maintain a distance from her, Vivienne found herself drawn to Noah once more, her heart unable to resist the pull of their shared history. "It's a bad idea!" Her brain kept sending warning signals to her repeatedly. But all her efforts came crashing down once he smiled at her. Vivienne threw caution to the wind and reached out to him, sparking an unexpected one-night stand that ignited a passionate entanglement neither saw coming. Join the journey of Vivienne and Noah as they navigate the complexities of their newfound connection and confront their part hurt and insecurities, risking it all for a chance at love's redemption.

The night before our wedding, Desmond Arlington got jumped out of nowhere. By the time I made it to the hospital, he stared at me like I was a total stranger. Doctor said it was memory loss—some brain rattle from the hit. Temporary, supposedly. So I went full nostalgia tour, dragging him back to all our spots, hoping something would click. Then one day at the hospital, I caught him running his mouth with his buddy. "Rhea's trying so hard. Doesn't that do anything for you?" "Do what? I'm over it. Same spots, same girl. The new ones are way more fun." "So why marry her? Just call it off and live your life." He snapped, "Shut up. I LOVE Rhea. I'd never bail on the wedding. I'm just... pushing it back a bit." I looked down at the test results—zero issues. Everything normal. And that's when it hit me: you can't help a faker.

Being faced with the death sentence that is brain tumor seemed a lot less frightening when compared to the knowledge that your cheating husband and his mistress were overjoyed that you'd be gone for good. She had rushed home with the good news of her health only to be met with a shocking discovery. To make matters worse, Drusilla was killed and buried to hide the truth and take over her wealth. Surprisingly, fate had a different game in store for her. Saved by an unknown man, her strike at revenge was imminent. Their first marriage was simply an assumption, stricken with shock and disassociated amnesia disorder, Drusilla assumed she was his wife. The second time, when she got her memories back, it was agreed – a marriage for both their benefits. The third time, however, Neon could no longer take it. "You're my wife, stop looking at your ex-husband," he scolded her. "That I am, but only on paper." Unable to hold back his feelings anymore, he proposed. “let's get married then, for real this time." Neon was more than willing to marry a woman without an identity, but was she?

Love is a complex being. Something that not all of the human race can fully grasp. Alyssa Aveya, a girl controlled by her sister. Made into something she never wanted to be just to let her voice be heard. Her home life isn't the best either, with her mother and father always yelling and screaming at one another and her mom being a user isn't helping the situation either. Come along on this journey of self worth and destruction. ︎︎︎ Sneak peek: "You said you loved me enough to see past the flaws!" She yells at him. His eyes bore burning holes into her tender skin. In a split moment she finds herself pinned to the wall, lips moving in sync with his. Pushing him away she says "You can't always do this when we need to talk." "But you love me doing this." He says touching me in places where polite society would think outrageous. Making my brain go hazy, making me succumb to his will.

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"Tonight, is the coronation ceremony of the Alpha King's sons. Rather than presenting you as an option for their mate choice, your twin sister will be presented, instead.” My father spoke coldly to me. Every fiber of his being expressed hatred for me, and while I was a little used to being treated that way, it was painful that as the older twin sister, I was skipped for an opportunity like this. When the ceremony started, we all stood as a family, with my sister dressed really pretty, and waiting for the Alpha King's sons to meet us. But the moment I noticed them walking towards us, my heart skipped a beat and my whole body charged up with adrenaline as I realized one thing. They were my mates. Not just one, but triplets. Alyssa is an omega in the family and pack of betas, and was treated as a nobody by her father, sister and the pack, when her mother died. But as vibrant soul, she endured all she went through in their hands until she met her mates who were triplets. While she was happy to have finally met the ones whom she felt would show her love and care, little did she know that it was the beginning of worse misery in her life that led to her desiring revenge. As time goes on, she would find secrets that would break her soul. Would Alyssa torture every single person that made life worse for her or would allow love to ease her grieving heart?

Three months since my husband, Julian Moretti, disappeared. I walked into his favorite den, the grief so deep it stole the air from my lungs. I just wanted to breathe him in, to find any trace of him that was left. Then I heard it. A familiar laugh. And the soft moan of a woman. Through a crack in the door, I saw him. My husband, the man "missing" for three months, had his hand tangled in another woman's hair. "Baby, just a little longer," he said. "Soon as I siphon enough cash from the family's books, we're gone. You and me." In his arms was Bianca, from the Rosso family. "What about your wife?" she purred. "Let her play the grieving widow. She's nothing without me anyway." My fists clenched. The world went quiet, my blood turning to ice. The next day, I put the word out to the entire Family. "I'm holding a memorial mass for my husband." At the service, he stormed in, a ghost returned from the grave, roaring that he was alive and there to take back what was his. But I was standing next to his uncle, Dante Moretti, and all I did was stare him down. "Then explain," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "Explain the woman. Explain the money. Explain your betrayal... to the Family. And to me."