Unscramble Widowed Novels & Stories

He didn't know that he wanted to leave or that he needed it, until his brother made the mention of leaving that place. Although the word "abandon" was not to Charisse's liking, because it made her nostalgic. Their father had abandoned them, their mother had died, years later they learn that their father had also died and as if they were not many misfortunes, they are left without money. But luckily Jared finished his university studies and was able to get a good job at Graham Group, the rest that happened did not exist in Charisse's mind, because she was in a coma, she did not know the course that Jared's life took or his friendship with Robert.

Since he was alive, the law couldn’t touch me since the statute of limitations had to be over by now. Once I realized that the pain in my gut wasn’t as bad any longer. “She’s always going to be my wife; you lose.” I grinned through the pain and got a fist to the mouth for my trouble. “That’s where you’re wrong. Dead men don’t have wives; they have widows.”

“I need help.” Maeven’s smile widened. “You don’t need help. You need a price.” Maeven’s gaze dropped to Sable’s wrist—not the sleeve, the skin beneath it—as if she could see heat. “Oh, that’s pretty,” Maeven murmured. “That’s very pretty.” Sable took a wary step back. “Explain it.” Maeven descended the porch slowly, charms clinking soft as whispers. She inhaled, delighted. “A widow-bond,” she said, savoring the words. “A mate mark after death. A bond that should die but doesn’t.”

I reached up and touched my chin; it was still warm where he had pinched it. This road to widowhood seemed far more difficult than I had expected.

"What's wrong with you and your sister? Can you stop disturbing me at work when we're working hard on arresting Jenna's abductor? Soren and I must have been fools to have married you and Eliza!" With that, Zach hung up on her. My baby didn't make it. I gave birth to a stillborn on my way to the hospital. Tragically, Juliet suffered a miscarriage as well. We hugged each other, wailing and weeping, as we came to the decision to divorce our husbands. … My body was weak and in pain. I trembled—my forehead dripped with sweat, and I was breathing heavily—from even the simple act of dialing a number from my phone.

It was supposedly an emergency business trip for three days, but the days became weeks, months and eventually a year. We couldn’t reschedule our wedding at the time due to various reservations and preparations that was already done. So we have no choice but proceed and rush the whole event. I absentmindedly took out my cell phone and dialed his number. I saw how the man frowned, hung up and tapped his mobile phone. 'Darling, I'm sorry I can't answer you, I have an important meeting to attend to. I’ll make it up to you next time. I love you.'

... The wedding was set for the 28th of next month. A bit rushed, but not crazy. I hadn't seen Ezio since that video call. Harriet told me he was grinding through work to clear his schedule for the wedding and honeymoon. I wasn't sure if I bought it. I kept hearing about Desmond through friends. He and Megan posted a couple's photo online, then deleted it a week later. A friend vented, "I bet he's trying to get your attention. Guys like that are immature, thinking they can make you jealous with that."

wall simultaneously. "The infection in the water... it acted as a signal booster," Bianca whispered, her voice cracking. "The Ledger didn't just die. It broadcasted a final command. 'Ascend or Die.' But there’s no guide. There’s no Alpha to stabilize the shift. They’re just... they're turning into rabid animals."

Three months ago, my husband, Second Lieutenant Daniel Hawthorne, and his older brother, Thomas, were deployed to the front. A month later, only Daniel came back. Thomas was dead. In a time like this—when cities burned overnight and lives disappeared without warning—a widow had no ground to stand on. Eleanor, Thomas’s wife, unraveled quickly. She cried until her voice broke, starved herself, wandered at night as if hoping the war might take her too. She tried to end her life.