Novel & Cerita The Lover Duras Novel

Why can't you let me have just this one thing? Darius pleaded desperately, his breath coming in gasps. You can have any woman at the tip of your fingers. Go for them and let me have the woman I truly love. Damon, I have loved Amara since we were kids. And you know that, you know I love this girl. And you— you don't love Amara. You never loved her. So why are you suddenly showing interest in her? Darius spat with pain and anger, his whole body shaking.

He snapped in Darius’ direction, “I GAVE YOU BACK THE PACK THAT LOVES YOU!” Darius stood up slowly, clutching the photograph to his chest. The violet fire in his veins weren't flickering anymore; it was beginning to hum. A low, resonant sound that harmonized with the air. "You didn't give us mercy," Darius said, his voice gaining a strength that made the ink-rain slow down. "You gave us a cage. You took our pain, but you took our love with it. And I would rather burn in that mill with him than live a thousand years in a lie with you."

I whispered as Darius kissed my neck. "It's because the scent of you makes me excited Callisto," Darius lifted me up and dropped me on the bed. "And I can't help myself." I giggled as I ran my hand through his hair before we kissed. Darius and I made love like we have never have. He might not admit but Darius is a romantic at heart with a terrible way of showing it and unlike Arthur, he was not a fool with issues of the heart. "I love you Callisto." Darius whispered as his tongue worshipped my bosom. "I love you too Darius."

Her ashen lips quivered as she asked him why he couldn't leave her peacefully even after death. "They all said I was crazy. Well, it’s true. I wasn't quite normal back then." His calm, numb insanity was more terrifying than a frantic hysteria. His memories of the past five years weren't clear. They were cloudy, as though he was a zombie roaming around aimlessly. Zoey maintained her indifference. She stayed silent even as he forced her into the car. Laurence sat beside her and looked ahead. Casually, he remarked, "Your husband in Novarvia seems to have a little mistress tucked away somewhere."

“That’s part of the problem.” A low laugh escaped him quietly. God. She was doomed. Darius stood after a moment and crossed toward the bookshelf beside the fire. The movement broke some of the tension, allowing Elara to breathe normally again. He scanned the shelves absently before pulling out an old hardcover book. “Have you read this yet?” She accepted it carefully when he handed it over. Their fingers brushed. Again. Honestly, the universe needed new material. Elara glanced down at the cover. “This is poetry.”

People manage where their eyes go around a lover the way they never bother to around a stranger. She’d arranged herself so she’d never accidentally catch him. Which told me she always knew exactly where he stood. Which told me she’d mapped him. Which told me she loved him, or was terrified of loving him, and either way she was sleeping with him. “The woman in coral,” I said quietly. “Who’s the grey man at the bar? Don’t look yet.” Michael didn’t look. He drank, turned as if to admire the view, and caught him on the way past.

"Do you have any idea what it's like to be unloved in your own home? To give all—your body, your health, your soul—and be treated as a stranger? And now this…" I hid my face in my hands. "I can't believe this occurred." He turned to the door. "You thought it enough to cry in my arms last night." It rendered me speechless. "I've seen your type before," he continued. "The sulky, miserable ones. The dead-eyed, smile-through-it ones. You play-act until play-acting is all you're ever any good at." He pushed open the door and glanced over his shoulder at me once, smiled. Not warmly. Just

Over a month, probably even more since I last stood here, since I walked away from the reality I'm forced to face now, since I ran away from home. That day came back too easily, the argument on who he wanted me to marry, the way I had left without looking back. My chest tightened as everything felt… closer now. The walls, the windows, the memories. They all itched closer. And now, layered over all of that— Him. The way he looked in that hospital bed, the way his voice had sounded. The way he said he loved me. I didn’t realize how long I had been standing there till—

Yas This is crazy. I thought He has a girlfriend. I am his best friend. But then I imagined her here. Her hands on him. Her laugh in my living room. Him touching her the way– my jaw clenched again. With trembling fingers, I flipped the main breaker, sending the apartment into total blackness. Everything went dark. The TV cut off. The refrigerator went silent. Dian jolted upright, his hand instinctively groping for the remote that now lay useless in the dark.

"You're right. I also think that I'm being rather pathetic. It's just that… He had such great qualities. He was handsome and well-mannered. He was the cream of the crop even among the elites. "I thought it would be easy for us to become a couple with my looks and family background. Reality proved me right since it didn't take long for him to accept me. But…" A hint of pain flickered in Madison's eyes before she continued, "He was always cold to me when nobody else was around. I had to initiate all our kisses. One time, when we were sleeping together, he even called out your name. "He only presented himself as a doting lover when we were in public. It was then that I realized that he didn't l