To My Dearest Historia Novels & Stories

I questioned no one but myself who has been a foolish wolf all this while. After everything, is this what is right to get in return? For goodness sake, I was there for him when he lost his parents. Our history is a story that cannot be written in many books, there is always more to be said. How can he do this to me? Of all the people to do it with, Helena! A woman who is meant to be my personal maid after the wedding rituals and the closest friend I would ever have. After much thinking, I managed to stand on my feet from the floor where I was propelled, then made it to the tall mirror in my room.

I missed winter, regardless of the fact I was susceptible to the cold. “I never knew you read books, you seem to know a lot about history.” “I don't read everytime, only the ones that tickle my fancy.” “ I play around with books in Derrick's study.” He replied. “You should study history more often.” “History is not my thing.” “I feel it unfair the owners of the story don't get to say their own side.” “Imagine someone else telling your story or my story to the world.” “Someone writing about a life that was never thiers.” “ A life they never lived.”

Livvy ran her fingers through Jordane’s hair. “We’re stuck, Jadie. You are the Alpha’s daughter, and I’m the granddaughter of the great Mauri, one of the seven councilors.” Jordane blew out an exasperated sigh. “What would you do if you find your mate tonight, Liv? Are you…?” Jordane couldn’t finish her sentence. The words got stuck in her throat. Livvy licked and smacked her lips loudly, shimmying sexily in the mirror. She winked at Jordane, teasing her friend.

Isadora asked, stepping closer despite the way the light made her eyes ache. “History,” the woman said simply, setting the book down carefully as if it might break. “The kind they don’t teach in the capital’s schools, the kind that gets buried under treaties and celebrations and lies we tell ourselves to sleep at night. It’s the history of why your family sent you here. The real history.”

Time would tell if the man matches the name, if he is as direct and uncomplicated as he sounds, atlesdt fits the bill from what Tabitha has told me about him As Tabitha disappears, the quiet bubble we created is instantly popped by a group of rowdy middle-schoolers looking for help with a history project. I take a deep breath, pushing the thoughts of "Cole" and "Single Motherhood" into a small box in the back of my mind.

He sat next to me and held my hand before he said, "If you feel the least bit uncomfortable with anything, please tell me. I don't want to lose you over something I can fix or remedy." I smiled and said, "Listen, I am not that easy to get rid of...nor do I cut people out of my life that easily. Yes, I know what you have done in your past but that is your past. I am still processing a lot of this but for now, I am content." Then I saw Bo's smile go away before he said, "You are too kind." I studied his face for a bit before he finally looked at me and said, "His name is Light." I looked a bit confused before he continued by saying, "The one who hurt me so bad that I never wanted to fall in lo

Axel mumbled, thinking about years ago when they received a telegram, announcing that Mr Eastoft honourably died fighting for the country. “And so do I,” Daniel added. The late king of Agustus died during the war, and he would forever be remembered as a hero.

The intensity of her gaze, mirrored by the others, made it clear they were curious about what had occupied my time, especially since it wasn’t a large volume. “What’s the title?” I shrugged. “History.” “History of what?” Sinclair asked, stepping closer to me, with the others following suit. I turned to the cover of the book, furrowing my brows when I saw an entirely different name in a language I didn’t know, yet somehow understood: ‘The True History of the Supernaturals and Gods.’ “How do you know it says history? The language is one we don’t know; it’s the one written on the caves,” Rachel remarked, a glint of jealousy flashing in her eyes.

My heart sank as I realized that Diego was right and that my attempts to keep my true feelings hidden were futile. “And you know what the best thing about fate is?” Deigo continued, a sinister glint in his eyes. “History is about to repeat itself, but unlike last time, I have the leverage to ensure that this time, the outcome is in my favor.” My mind raced with fear and uncertainty as I tried to understand what Deigo meant by having leverage and how he planned to manipulate the situation to his advantage.

Qiu stared at Tanashiri, intently. "Some say that those who do not know the history will tend to repeat the worst history itself. But, I, Qiu, of a noble lineage in China, knows history, and I repeated it, despite all my efforts to change it. Wasted I love you sentence. I haven't said it to her." "Pal, you only have the worst luck. You have done all what you can do. Let all your souls and existence rest in peace." The place is getting dark, and death is closing in. So long, pal. So long, dear brother. The curtains are closed.