Throes Of Love Novels & Stories

“Her name is Thalassa. The woman I love.” Tessa’s wide eyes sparkled with curiosity as she looked up at Thalassa. “Nice to meet you, Tha-a-ssa. Since Daddy loves you, I love you too.” Thalassa’s eyes softened, her voice catching with emotion as she pulled Tessa into a hug. “Thank you, sweetheart,” she murmured. “I love you too.” Kris eyes burned as he took in the scene. Thalassa didn't know just how much her support meant to him. It made him love her a thousand times more.

Her lips trembled with words unsaid. Why didn’t you let go? Why did you hold on? Why did you save me? I didn’t move. Couldn’t. Because I was watching something happen I didn’t understand yet, but I’d seen it before. In war. In betrayal. In every impossible place love isn't supposed to grow. It was terrifying. And maybe… beautiful. Her tears hit the bedsheet. And Thorne, the man who made monsters out of everyone he touched, made her cry like she’d lost her heart with him in the fire.

Dark threads exploded, weaving a storm of chaos, the abyss fracturing. Jessica’s glow ignited, her voice a defiant scream. “Our love is our truth!” She charged the loom a vortex of shattered threads her hands tearing at the chaos, her glow blazing in golden bursts, shredding Verith’s shadow. Kade fought beside her, his claws ripping through Vynia’s deceit, their hands brushing, his love a fire. Selene’s spells burned Eternis’s void, her cry fierce. Lucas smashed Nihil’s collapse, his fists bloody. Bryan’s glow disrupted Malric’s threads, his voice a vow.

I whispered. Kael said nothing, only stepped slightly in front of me as though shielding me from whatever storm Thorne was about to unleash. Thorne’s chest rose and fell, uneven, and then the words spilled from him like poison too long contained. “I loved you, Rory.” The hall went still. Kael’s entire body tensed. I heard the faint crack of his teeth grinding together, but Thorne kept going, his voice trembling with both shame and desperation. “I loved you, but not the way I should have. I envied Kael… envied him because you looked at

Thyro said without emotion. "Really, if I win this your girlfriend is mine and I think she's good in bed? What is she in bed? A wild or a ruth—" what he was about to say was cut off by Thyro's sudden crash into their motor boat causing them to fall; they are the same in water.

As we entered into the dimly lit club, I concluded to myself that maybe I do need a little distraction for tonight. Making my way to one of the bar stools, I ordered myself a glass of martini as Andy and Sophie disappeared almost immediately. So much for wanting me to have fun. Sophie worked the night shift at the Rebel Wolves club. While she served, Andy stood at the other end, acting like a protector. This was the kind of love story I envisioned for myself; a love where I finally felt secure, but I guess this kind of love was not reserved for people like me. At least not anymore, I am too broken for any kind of love. As the music blared through the speakers, my phone chimed with a text and

something inside him snapped. The pace deepened, roughened — not out of carelessness, but out of desperate need. As if he could somehow get close enough to protect her from every hurt, every fear, every shadow that had ever dared to touch her. They moved together in a fierce, clumsy rhythm, gasping each other’s names like prayers, until finally — with a cry muffled against his shoulder — Amara shattered. And Rafael followed her a heartbeat later, whispering brokenly against her skin, “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

He whispered words of love and longing, his voice cracking with emotion, his words barely audible. "Theo, please wake up," Ashton begged, his voice a mere whisper. "I miss you so much. I love you. Please come back to me." Ashton knew it was impossible, but he couldn't help but hold onto hope. Ashton's tears continued to fall, his heart heavy with grief. He held onto Theo's hand, his fingers intertwined with his mate's lifeless fingers. The silence in the room was oppressive, punctuated only by Ashton's sobs and the sound of his own heartbeat.

“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.