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Writing "His Unfinished Love Story" was like talking to a friend for me. It came from a place where I was struggling with family stuff, and I didn't really have anyone to open up to—no best friends or unbiased family members. Counseling wasn't my thing, so I poured it all into this book instead.

"Ariana! I know everything now! Please give me one last chance. I promise I'll cherish you! I'll make sure you'll be the happiest girl!" Looking at Jack, who was almost driven mad, I thought I would feel some emotion, but I felt nothing besides exhaustion and disgust. I did not even feel resentment or triumph. I gripped Joshua's hand tighter. "But I have a fiancé. Jack, I'm getting married too."

She stared into his brown eyes. Unrequited love is the worst. It never quenches your thirst. When you love someone the most, but they treat you like a ghost. You don't exist to them, even if they're your gem. It hurts your heart and tears you apart. Your soul gives a desperate plea, for them to just see, that you're right in front of their eyes. Only once it's too late, they realize. It's like a stab to the chest, leaving you in a state of unrest.

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He wrote different things about I was not interested in that Even though Sebastian released that statement about me, he was very distant from me. Weeks Later. Lust. Sex. Betrayal. That was all it was that I was doing with Lucas. Nothing more. I tried several times to act like it was okay but every single time I received a text from Sebastian that he missed me I felt like I had done something very terrible. I wanted to tell him the truth but how was he ever going to forgive me or Lucas? Waking up in the arms of Lucas this morning is the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced after such a long time.

I asked. “I know he was wrong in rejecting you first but he's killing himself as a punishment for that. Slowly and painfully!” he exclaimed, sorrow evident in his eyes. “I know he deserves the pain he's been going through but Sya, I know you've loved him during your time together. I know you have. Please, I beg of you, save my best friend from dying. His life is in your hands. He's given himself to you. You are his love. His “Rejected Love”.” He turned his head sideways to compose himself before getting inside his car to leave.

Author Note: Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issue with that. Rest I could guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books which are completed until now if interested do give a look over them. Her Unloved Mate Winning My Mate Back I Belong to Him Can't Help Falling in Love. My Bride is Not a Human

Not enough to suggest she had his venom in her. “She loves him,” my wolf whispered. The words were flat, broken. Final. I felt it too. And I hated it. I’d given her everything, my loyalty, my heart, my future. And it wasn’t enough. Unrequited love wasn’t something you fought for. It was something you buried. I took another swig, barely feeling it. The screen on my computer stayed dark. The paperwork untouched. My mind wasn’t here. My heart sure as hell wasn’t either.

He gave a small nod, his eyes softening. I moved on to the second story, my tone carrying a sense of sorrow. "The second story—unrequited love is painful, giving so much yet receiving nothing in return." Gently, I pulled him closer. "Neil, if you ever feel anything for me, don’t hesitate to say it. I will spend my whole life responding to you, and I’ll never let you face this alone." He embraced me in return, nodding again, his grip steady.

“I’m not that girl anymore. I don’t need you to love me to know that I’m worth something. It’s too late, Adrian. All of this—us—it’s already finished.” *** Adrian watched her hand drop from her face. The distance between them feeling like a chasm he could never bridge. He stayed exactly where he was. The rejection didn't feel like a sharp cut; it felt like a slow, crushing weight on his lungs. For a man who had spent his life winning, the finality in her voice was a sensation he didn't know how to process.