Tres Veces Tu Novels & Stories

Sent back one transmission. Three words. I will come.

“You don't own me, not anymore. If you misbehave, I'll call the cops and…” Fabian didn't let me finish. He let out a low, quiet chuckle. “Oh, Little Dove,” he murmured, brushing my hair backwards with a tenderness that sickened me. “You still don't get it, do you?” Then just like that, he let me go. “I'll leave you alone for now. I have a lot of things to settle. Once I'm done with them, I'll come back to you, just like the old days. We have plenty of time”

Date: September 26, 2014, 1:31PM To: Love ♥ (Voice message) I’m never gonna say goodbye cause I never wanna see you cry. I swoere to you my love would remain and I swear it all over again and I… I’m never gonna treat you bad cause I never wanna see you sad. I swore to share your joy and your pain. And I swear it all over again. All over again. Good night, Love. Happy Third Anniversary! I love you. Forever and always. Date: September 7, 2014, 12:00AM

He rubbed her back while resting his chin on top of her head. "I read once that people believe you can fall in love three times in a single lifetime." He said softly. "The first time is exciting, it's fast, new and exhilarating. The kind of love you'll never forget. The second time you fall in love with someone you begin to heal, mature and understand how it all works." He leaned back and looked at her as she returned his gaze. "It's a PRECIOUS kind of love and the third time. The third, It's strong, passionately real and everlasting. The kind of love that will have you on your knees." He wiped her tears from her eyes with the pad of his thumb.

I cut him off. He froze. “Including this promise,” I said, “you’ve now said things like this to me exactly one hundred times. Every single time, you said next time would be different. And every single time, you broke your promise.” “Isabella—” “Let me finish.” Even I was surprised by how calm my voice sounded. “Luca, during the eight years we were engaged, I never regretted loving you. But after leaving you, I finally realized how miserable my life actually was.”

Because the word was starting to fit too easily. The leader smiled faintly. “There were three.” Rhydan went still. Draven didn’t react outwardly. But I saw it. A shift. A recognition forming. Three. My breath caught. “…three what?” The creature’s eyes locked onto mine. “Three anchors.” The bond inside me pulsed again. Harder this time. I winced. Not from pain— from pressure. Like something pressing outward. Waiting. The leader’s voice softened slightly. “You were never meant to carry it alone.”

the soldier said. Lucian nodded in satisfaction, “Good. And now you know that we're going to do it again. You're going to attack me three times in a row, with no defense from me. Any that I don't catch will be your points" he met the soldier's eyes from the other side. They both nodded, agreement passing between them.

I had turned them down before, but this time, I said yes. "I'll take the offer." "When can you arrive?" "In three days."

Everything in our home revolved around her, as if she owned the house. Recalling my bitter past, I wanted to slap myself. Why didn't I just walk away when I still had the chance? Andrew slammed on the accelerator. As if something had just occurred to him, he frowned and muttered, "Well played, Jovana. No wonder I haven't heard from you in three years—you've been out there messing around with some other man." Watching him clench his jaw in anger, I wanted to slap him across the face. A blind, heartless scum like him had no right to accuse me!

Just as a glimmer of hope lit up in Brandon's eyes, I mercilessly delivered the final blow. "But you didn't show up to our wedding. So, we won't ever get married again." "No, that's not true. We can still have another wedding. I've already ordered your wedding dress from your favorite designer. "I've also contacted the wedding planner. As long as you say the word, we can hold a new ceremony right away. I promise it'll be even better than the last one."