Novel & Cerita Thread Of Love

We went from seeing each other every day to once every three months. Yet, every time he came back from a business trip, he would come home first and bring me a flower. And I would make him a simple bowl of noodle soup, just like I used to when we were kids. That day was just like any other. I made the noodles and waited for Felix to come home. I waited and waited, but instead, I got a call from the hospital. Time no longer mattered to Felix. Because my love was forever frozen at the age of 20.

And it turned out that I also did the so-called DNA test and that was the only time that Anthony and I saw each other in person after the appointment and a few days later when the result came out, it was as expected, the baby without a doubt belonged to the annoying brunette who apparently couldn't speak my name. In a very strange way my life went on its course, with normal things like Helena bothering me about the wedding, Miguel being a pain in the ass whenever he could, and us eating together to talk about the most random things, but at the same time with things so strange that I never thought they would happen, Like me getting a good job in a nice place with bosses that weren't idiots an

That she underestimated her feelings for Andrew? No. Eyes on the prize, Liv. She reminded herself. This pretend marriage is all about her revenge for her mother, and nothing more. Iyon ang dahilan kung bakit sa umpisa ay nakigsabwatan siya kay Andrew. It's because of her great hatred for her mother. Her personal feelings should not be involved. Naka-stipulate sa kontrata nila na walang personal feelings ang pwedeng ma-involve habang nasa "contract" marriage sila ni Andrew.

The only one with whom I remained in contact all these years. My eyes let out the silent tears. The tears which were born due to happiness at first but now they fell because of the worst nightmare of my life. I couldn’t stand on my shivering legs anymore as they buckled and I fell onto my chair. Gordon, as fast as a flash, came right beside me and pressed my shoulders. He was speaking something whilst the crowd was cheering and whistling at the new couple on the stage as Ethan slipped a diamond ring into Delisha’s finger.

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

Rosy's POV : I came back home after meeting Barry. I closed my eyes and sighed. "Are you alright, Rosy?" he asked me. I opened my eyes to look at him standing in front of me and nodded. "I'm sorry, Eric. You had to do all this for me."I said looking down. "Hey! Rosy, I love you! I can do anything for you! You are the love of my life and also my wife." he said smiling and hugged me.

“Take care of him, Sil. Take care of yourself. I love you both and all I ever wanted was to protect the both of you. You have to remember that.” He nodded. “I know, little sis. I know.” “Good.” I smiled and chuckled. Reaching up, I grasped my red thread and with a deep breath, I broke the connection. Nate screamed as he clutched his chest. I ripped the thread from my own chest but I was already so numb, already fading, that I couldn’t feel it. In my hand, my thread hung lip, slightly blowing in an invisible wind. Slowly, I placed the thread on the now shinning golden braid. The beautiful gold sparking and igniting but it took in my red thread, weaving it into its braid. It exploded in a burs

"What's the matter? Scared of heights?" "He did this," Elion shouted at Kieran. "You cut the rope, Kieran!" "I don't know what you're talking about!" Kieran yelled back, but his smile faltered. "It's an old bridge! Stop stalling!" Cale looked at the knot. The black thread—the true Death Thread—was winding around the cut, pulling at the fibers. Fate was tugging on the loose end Kieran had created. I have to hold it, Cale thought.

His love hits like gravity, settling me, telling me: you’re not alone, Little Luna even without words. Then Jaxon—fire-hot, violent in his devotion, a burn I recognize now as mine. His presence coils around my spine: I’ll die before I let you fall. Then Rory—bright, warm, a thread of laughter braided with fear and hope. His energy wraps around my throat: stay with us, Princess. Then Seth—chaos sharpened into clarity, his bond sliding under my breastbone: I see you, even like this. Four threads. Four souls. One bond.

Yet a thread once cut cannot be rejoined without leaving scar, and the original threads remained buried deep, crying out across lifetimes for their true matches. Behold a woman wrapped in white. Her thread glows with borrowed light, beautiful yet false, as moonlight reflected in still water. It connects to you, O Great King, but the connection is a bridge built upon sand, not stone. Beneath it lies another thread, pulsing with the light of creation itself. It reaches not for you, but for another whose face remains veiled. And your thread, O Great King. It reaches across the void, searching, yearning, yet grasping the wrong hand. The one you hold isn't the one you were meant to hold, for the