What Once Was Hers Novels & Stories

They saw the woman who had survived the son and conquered the father. The glass fortress was hers now. And for the first time, Diane didn't feel like a refugee inside its walls. She felt like the owner. Well, this was just the beginning.

But now it’s a roar, deafening and relentless. Yes, she had a mate before. I know that. The whole damn world knows that. I remember the way people talked when she arrived. The story of her loss passed between lips like folklore, always laced with that same undertone: tragic. Unclaimed. Cursed. Stronger for it, perhaps. But broken, too. And yet here I am. Her second chance.

Merrica City, Aeternum Diplomatic Ground, Great Pantheon Mansion, Central Garden. It was the 3rd day, since I have arrived here, at the Merrica City, though personally not eventful have happened to me yet, but that cannot be said for those around me, and true to my prediction as before, there really were the second party in the Civil war. That second party is the Lost Princess herself, Princess Helen Hallerus, The mistreated princess, with a driven motivation. And surprising enough, apparently she wasn’t controlled by anyone, but instead she were the one that has mustered her own strength and troops to rally behind her.

this time, she wouldn’t let go. I had walked away from everything I once knew. And I had walked straight into the only thing that ever truly mattered. Her. Susan Hart my woman.

He deserves a raise. She is a tall girl with a very demanding presence. My little Hesther is a fashion icon and sometimes, i do not understand why her card gets maxed out.This girl needed new clothes evry week and her closet is almost bursting with them. “What is it, honey?” “Father.” She took the lounge in my office and sat there like we are at home. “My card got maxed out. I need cash. And also, I was in the woods early this evening, I was actually gonna hunt for game but then I saw our friendly neighbors and the chosen.”

I did not have to be a rocket scientist to guess who was behind this. This photo album contained all the pictures Zach and I had taken over the years. I had bought this album not long after Zach came into my life, and every year we would fill it up with photographs of memorable trips. Zach had sworn he would cherish this photo album until the end of his days, because it was a tangible representation of our shared memories together. Alas, he allowed Thalia to defile it like a child's art project. Perhaps he himself had taken part in the vandalization.

With the rhythmic, violent grace of a warrior reclaiming a stolen sanctuary, she began to lay waste to the furniture. This villa had once been the "marital home" she shared with Nathan, but to her wolf instincts, it had never been a den. It was a cage. She had been a ghost in these halls, denied her own chamber, let alone the dignity of a dressing room or jewelry cabinet.

She did not wish anything him to change, she wanted him as he was. But all she wanted was that security he won't leave her ever or won't cheat. But that was hard. She knew these type of emotions won't go unless she feels like it. An hour passed, thinking all of it and she took a turn to enter the porch of the garage of Rathore mansion. Parking her car in her newly found position, she opened the door and coming out of it, locked the car. And there it was, the attention of all her tension. There stood Saraansh’s land rover range as well as Vihaan’s Porsche.

, She said. "Maya, my Mall will provide the shoes and bag you will use on that day. I will make sure to keep the best one for you", One of the women who owns a section in a shopping mall said. " Thanks, priya", She brought out an IV and gave her. "I'm thankful Maya" "Maya, I will send that rare gem my husband got for me. Didn't you say you like it the other time?" "Really? Thanks so much", Mrs Quinn said and passed an IV to her.

She took a deep breath and got out. As usual, the bridge never ran out of tourists and lovesick couples who are unintentionally literally tearing the bridge down with their unfortunate relationships. Same relationship why she is here. As she passed by a couple, a little girl about five years old shouted. "Mademoiselle!" Even though instincts told Destiny that she might be the one being called, there were still a lot of women here so she walked ahead. "Hey! Dame aux cheveux d'or !" (Hey! Golden Haired lady!"