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“Chloe, the doctor said Hendrick isn’t going to make it. He’s been calling your name. Please, go in and talk to him.” When I walked into the room, it was like Hendrick sensed my presence. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I stood over him, our roles reversed, everything completely different from before. Hendrick tried to speak, his voice barely a whisper. I had to lean in close to hear him. “Chloe, did you ever love me?” I looked at him and replied, slowly and clearly, “You don’t deserve his heart.” After the bidding meeting, I received a flood of offers from different companies, but I turned them all down.

she uttered in a tired, husky voice. He kissed her and laid down beside her. He feels so exhausted. It seems that he ran a marathon for a long time because of what they did. "I love you so much, Shen," he said with all his heart as he played with a few strands of her hair. The woman was slightly stunned by what she heard. "My name is Astrid. Not Shen." "Shen... my Shen..." he didn't seem to hear anything as he kept saying that name. The woman tightly closed her eyes, and in annoyance he pushed her away. Then he fell on the bed.

O N S R A (Boro) (v.) to love for the last time; a bittersweet feeling of knowing that a love won't last. [TW]: mention of mental disorders/illness. "Eunae, come on now, you turtle head. We're going to be late!" "Oh crap! Wait! Hey-I said wait!" Swiftly giving her wrist a swipe, Eunae grumbled and frustratingly shook her head. It was 6:30 AM.

"We checked his backpack. Nothing inside except textbooks. No food at all. Just a water bottle with half a bottle of plain water." At that moment, the ward door was pushed open. Harry and Larisse walked in, one after the other. The moment Harry saw me, his face darkened. "What are you doing here?" Larisse, on the other hand, looked calm and gentle as ever. She walked up to the bed. "Adrian, how are you feeling? Was the training intensity too high? This is my fault. I should have adjusted the plan sooner." As she spoke, she reached out to touch Adrian's forehead.

Dante smiled, almost bursting into laughter. "I'm sorry." He whispered back. Seb pecked Dante on his lips. He gave him a other peck on his cheek before he pulled him into a hug. Dante held Seb tightly like his source of life. Right there, Dante realized that he has fallen in love with someone he vowed not to fall in love with.

I followed Adelaide to the garden where my wedding was taking place and took a seat on one of those fancy couple seats that are used at weddings. You understand what I mean. The Priest kept flipping through pages of The Bible while adjusting his glasses every now and then and the Maranos where a few feets behind me. "Urghh... what sort of man doesn't keep to time", Sylvia grunted. "Right? I can't believe he's late for his own wedding", Adelaide snickered. "I heard arthritis doesn't soothe well", she whispered loudly to her mother who chuckled. I rolled my eyes at their conversation.

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“You were chosen to stand beside the others, not to run from darkness alone. The sisterhood—Cheyenne, Chelsea, Nalia, Tora… They are your fire now. And you are theirs. Together, you shine brighter than even your mother’s shadow.” Isolde took in a shaky breath, her heart still pounding—but slower now. More stable. Grounded. She looked back at Thorne, her eyes softer but resolute. “I love you,” she said first, because she needed him to know that. “And part of me wants nothing more than to run with you. To be safe. To forget the rest of the world even exists.” Thorne’s grip on her wrists tightened slightly. “But I can’t. Not yet.” He opened his mouth to protest, but she raised a hand to his lip

Her scent of lavender and chamomile wafted into his senses, making his nerves frazzle. As the tears subsided, Thygas's fingers gently tilted her chin up. Their eyes locked, and Rain saw the depth of his feelings reflected back at her. Without thinking, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, tentative kiss. Thygas felt his heart swell with emotion, his love for her dark beauty shining like a beacon in his soul. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in this moment. Thygas's lips moved slowly, tenderly, deepening the kiss. Rain felt herself drowning in the sensation, her heart, still raw from grief, beginning to heal in ways she never though

I cried out — partly in pain, mostly in pure, raw need. Thorne cursed savagely against my throat, his body trembling with restraint. He didn't move. Just held me there — filled, claimed, marked. "You're perfect," he rasped. "Made for me." Tears blurred my vision — not from the sting, but from the overwhelming wave of emotion crashing over me. Thorne moved then — slow at first, almost reverent. Each thrust was deliberate, claiming, driving me deeper into the mossy earth. I wrapped my legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust, desperate for more, for everything.