Things We Never Got Over Novels & Stories

One year ago, my husband Killian came back home accusing me of poisoning him, with his childhood sweetheart in his arms. It was terrifying. Because what started off allegedly, became my cold reality with that awful text. “Have you gone through with it, Tamara? Our flight is at noon,” This made Killian even more hostile, he treated me with so much contempt, he broke my heart into shreds in his quest for vengeance. Fed up, I asked for a divorce but to Killian it was one big joke. He has every means to keep me in this marriage and I know it. But screw it, and screw him! I had plans, work, make money and get myself out unscathed. But then fate decided to throw me another curved ball… I got pregnant, and Killian was the only possible father. **** Damon Blackwood is in dire need of an heir. A womb to carry his baby to term in exchange for a million dollars. One thrilling encounter and he knew he had found the one. Hazel Simpson, insanely mouthwatering, and ridiculously beautiful, smart mouth and a gorgeous body. But she lacks one thing. Money. Out of sheer desperation, Hazel responds to an ad through a co-worker, a huge sum for a secret surrogate mom. But who says rules are meant to be obeyed? Damon wants more, her womb, her body and her soul. All of her. What happens when Hazel discovers it was all a trap from the onset. **** “Have you forgotten that I'm just a divorcee, a broken woman incapable of love, Seb?” I ask him breathlessly, staring into his eyes. “I'm going to stitch your heart, Melanie. I'm going to make you want me,” Sebastian takes my ear into his mouth and nibbles it gently, sending shivers down my spine.

Having dated for five years and been married for seven, she had never missed his birthday in the past 12 years. The 12 gifts from previous years were carefully placed in the storage closet. However, this year's birthday gift...

I was sitting at the police station. My landlord scolded me harshly and pointed at my nose. Out of nowhere, my mother called and berated me mercilessly. “Chloe went to your place and disappeared! Did you lose her?!” “I know you’ve had grudges against me and your brother all these years, but how could you take it out on your niece?” In my previous cycle, when my mother told me Chloe was missing, I panicked and searched for her everywhere. Instead of helping, my mom and brother’s entire family dragged me to court without hesitation. I could not understand it. Chloe disappeared on her way to my place. How was that my fault? I begged the police to clear my name and review all the surveillance footage in the city. But the footage showed Chloe arriving at my door that day, and I opened the door for her. After that, she was gone, as if she had vanished into thin air. I stared blankly at the footage of her hopping cheerfully into my apartment. I had no way to explain myself. My sister-in-law lost it. She was convinced I had killed Chloe and threw boiling oil at my face in a fit of rage. I ended up in the hospital. I was disfigured and completely crushed, both physically and emotionally. No matter how hard I tried, I could not recall ever opening the door for Chloe. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Chloe disappeared.

To celebrate our third wedding anniversary, I get us a dinner reservation and prepare a gift for her, complete with a handwritten love letter. But my wife, Teresa Sloan, doesn't show up. Meanwhile, while attending the welcome-back party for her first love, Carlton Unger, she walks around on his arm with a radiant smile on her face. Someone asks her who I am. She replies, "No one worth mentioning." From that day onward, I stop waiting around for her. Sometime later, she comes crying to me, saying, "I love you, Silas." I tell her, "It's too late."

My husband secretly swapped the transplant recipient, giving the kidney that was meant for our daughter to the daughter of the woman he had always loved. Not long after, our daughter's condition worsened. The doctors tried to save her, but it was no use. She didn't make it. At the same time, the other girl's surgery was a success. My husband was so overjoyed that he handed out little gifts to the entire hospital in celebration. Rage and grief overwhelmed me, and I collapsed. When I came to, the doctors told me I had cancer. Late-stage. My time was running out. With nothing left to hold on to, I walked out of the hospital, clutching the urn that held my daughter's ashes. In the cold, empty house, I sat alone and drafted the divorce papers.

Amanda Courtney had loved Riley Griffin for eleven years. She’d been Mrs. Griffin for three. But Riley Griffin had ignored all her efforts, always treating her with indifference, staying out late, and never introducing her to his friends—people knew he was married, but no one even knew who his bride was. Amanda had thought that was just how he was, until Faye Aiken returned. Only then did she realize how Riley acted around someone he truly cared about. Heartbroken, Amanda decided to divorce him and live for herself from then on. It wasn’t until Amanda left that Riley realized what a failure of a husband he’d been. He pleaded with Amanda for a second chance, gripping her hand tightly. “I’ll wait for you as long as it takes.” “Oh, but I won’t be waiting for you anymore,” Amanda couldn’t care less. The roles were reversed, but would Amanda, who had long since lost faith in Riley, have a change of heart?

My son and daughter-in-law suddenly returned home after living abroad for more than a decade. They spoke with my granddaughter in Datrenan the entire time during dinner. My granddaughter said, "Dad, Grandma's ugly and dumb. She's embarrassing!" My son just laughed. "What can we do? Country people are like that." I didn't understand what they were talking about, so I simply smiled and placed a chicken wing into my granddaughter's bowl, trying to please her. However, she threw it in my face instead. "Gross! It's all your fault that Grandpa and Kasey can't be here!" I was stunned. My husband died decades ago, and… who was Kasey?

Brittany Laxamana is the kind of woman who doesn't believe in love. Moreover, she is also irritated with her twin because she is not interested in to whom it was introduced to her and she especially dislikes conversations because she knows every man is very good but only at first. But that fate changed when the man she had not expected arrived. nor did she expect to fall in love with that man when they first met THAT STRANGER GOT MY HEART !! -Britanny Will She believe in love? Will her beliefs change because of this man? ENGLISH VERSION

I am Ebony Bronfall, Luna of the Crescentmoon Pack. A human. I thought I achieved what no one achieved before. I was a human and the Luna of a powerful pack; it wasn't for everyone to achieve what I did. But it turned out I was merely a pawn for him to use. Frederick betrayed me the worst betrayal in my life. He told me I was his mate, made me fall in love with him, used me for everything I could offer and tossed me when I was of no longer use to him. Even the best friend I thought she was, she was his true mate and they were playing me like a fool. At the end, it's not about what I have or what I have accomplished, it's all about what I can still offer to him and I had nothing to offer anymore. At the last moments of my life, I learnt that I wasn't even his true mate. He was lying to me all along. I regretted giving him everything, my time, my energy, my body, my life… ...I received nothing in exchange. All because I loved him with everything I had. When my life shut down and I thought I was gone, everything reverted back to when I was still in high school. Time reversed and I was again the eighteen years old girl struggling to survive. I was given a chance to start all over again. "I gave too much and now, it's time to receive.”

I was in my mate Zane’s study, dropping off an invitation for the Alliance gala, when his tablet lit up. A private group chat. “Party tonight at the Alliance’s best restaurant to celebrate Vivienne passing the trials.” Confused, I tapped open the group. There were only four people in it. My own parents, the pack’s Alpha Hector and Luna Freda. My fated mate Zane, the future Alpha. And Vivienne, my adopted sister. The Omega orphan I’d naively rescued years ago. My mother typed: “Good thing Hector used his council connections to get Vivienne the spot in the Alliance’s strategy department. Harper’s already strong enough. This is more important for Vivienne.” Zane replied instantly: “I wish Vivienne were my mate. She’s the one who needs an Alpha’s protection, not Harper. The Moon Goddess must have made a mistake.” I stared at the screen. The blood drained from my body. To my own parents and my mate, I was already an outsider. My strength and independence had become their excuse to shamelessly favor someone else.