Romans & histoires Unburden Book

“That’s what best friends are for. Now promise me you won’t ghost me again. I don’t care how busy you are, just send me a text. Even just an emoji. Let me know you’re alive and functioning.” “I promise.” After they hung up, Miriam felt lighter than she had in weeks. Emily was coming back. That meant she would have someone in her corner, someone who saw through Margaret’s manipulations and didn’t make excuses for Thomas’s weakness. Four more days and she will have her best friend back.

She had two unread messages- one from 'unknown no' and another from 'unsaved no'. Elena fidgeted, sneaking few glances at June. She bit her lip as she opened the message from unsaved no. Hey babe, I'm at a mart few blocks from the house you said the party's taking place. Meet me there, please.❤️ "It's just a picture, Elena!" Right. "Yeah, right," Elena said, nervously closing the messaging app. "You got a text message." "Oh, from who?" June replied, immediately coming over to have her phone.

Please remember that the events and relationships in this book are entirely fictional and are written for storytelling purposes. Most importantly, this is Luna's story, a girl who has spent her entire life in a cage, searching for a life that truly belongs to her. I hope you'll laugh with her, cry with her, get frustrated with her, and fall in love with her journey. Happy reading! — C

Sure enough, there was a knife above every head, and there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. If they had been honest from the beginning, 2 million would not have been a huge deal considering the relationship between our families. I might have been willing to lend it to them. Instead, they took a crooked path. They did not think of borrowing money but of taking it and had schemed against me and my wife. They tried to ruin us. They ultimately failed and revealed their true colors to me. I took out 10,000 dollars from my wallet and gave it to her. "Sorry. But considering the many years we were neighbors, this is all I can lend you."

He was someone who had carried the weight of his past for so long, someone who was afraid to let anyone close enough to see the truth. My heart ached for him, more than I could put into words. I couldn’t imagine living with the burden of those words of that past. I didn’t know if I was ready to fully understand the complexity of his history, but I knew one thing for sure—I wasn’t going to turn away from him. Not now, not ever.

Competence, she learned, was its own narcotic. When the espresso cooled and the study lamps took over the sun’s job, the lesson shifted to people. Lenny dragged a leather-bound book from the drawer and opened it like a priest revealing relics. Names and notes, not just debts: a bastard child’s birthday, a father’s surgery, a wife’s second attempt at sobriety. Tiny biographies of leverage and loyalty. Margins wore small griefs in pencil; some lines had been pressed hard enough to cut the paper.

I was finally alone in this world. They wouldn't let me attend Mom's funeral. They wouldn't even let me visit her grave, so all I could do was kneel on the path we used to walk together, silently pleading for her forgiveness. I didn't dare to cry. I didn't deserve to. Because the hard truth was, I hadn't been able to save her. After the funeral, Carly came to visit me. She pulled me into a hug, her eyes glistening with tears, and whispered, "Thank you, Lina. Thank you for not ruining my life. The fire is over now, so never bring it up around Dad and Jacob again.

A deep, aching pull I don’t understand. Am I broken? Or have I buried the truth under so many expectations, I can’t even feel it? I curl beneath the covers, eyes still open. The celebration is over. The mask is off. But the questions remain.

"Julian's fingers broke just to hold onto that torn piece of paper. Are you even human? That's your son! You made him wear a single layer up a snowy mountain? You're worse than an animal!" Dwayne shouted. In that instant, everyone in the room froze. Uncle Arnold's cigarette fell from his fingers onto his pants, burning a hole in them. Yet, he didn't even feel it. Mom let out a sharp gasp and fell backward, chair and all, onto the floor.

I hovered at the bathroom doorway, watching Simon freeze in place. His face went from pale to ashen gray, his lips parting and pursing without making a single sound. The once unstoppable Alpha now seemed drained of every ounce of strength as he leaned against the doorframe just to stay upright. Connor's voice pulled him back to reality. "Alpha…" Simon staggered forward, one step after another, until he finally sank to his knees by the bathtub. He reached into the murky water, then drew out a fragment of white bone.