Romans & histoires What Once Was Hers

"She was... every man's dream woman and one man thought himself lucky to be her beloved but that relationship wasn't meant to be because she'd been destined for another by the gods." "Can I give it a title?" She looked up at him. "Sure." "How about Destined Hearts?" She beamed. "Or… His and Hers?" "Nice. I like it." "Go on." "Unfortunately... Her kingdom has been at war with another one for ages. They were so far gone that no one actually remembered the reason for the war in the first place." He said. "It came to a time when a hunter got carried away on his hunt, crossed the border into enemy territory and killed an animal on that land and he was beheaded."

“Yes, she is. By the end of the day, she’ll have told every woman in the village about your kindness.” “I doubt that.” “There’s not much to do around here. Your kindness will be the talk of the town for weeks.” “My kindness? She did all the cooking. I just ate! She wouldn’t even let me help with the dishes.” “I think you’re the first Lady to offer to do her dishes.” “We both know I’m no more a ‘Lady’ than she is,” Hera replied. “No, Hera. You are a Lady in every sense.” The widow’s cottage looked just like Mrs. Crunch’s place. Across the way was Hogwart’s, with his obnoxious dog snoozing by the door.

“Business doesn’t wait for sentiment.” Then he’s gone, leaving the door open and the past with it. One Hour Later – Hills Mansion The last time I stood in here, one daughter crashed the party—and the other shattered my thoughts. Since then, I’ve thought of them more than I’d admit. The younger one—chaotic, awkward. The older one—grace carved into flesh. Ashley Hills. Even her name sounds expensive. I googled her. Successful. Elegant. Senior editor. Face of more than one luxury brand.

It was of the way her voice had curled around that single word earlier, possessive, certain, like a claim neither of them had spoken aloud before. Mine.

She wiped it away quickly, almost angrily, as if ashamed of it. This house had once been safety. Then it had become a bargaining chip. Then a cage she had escaped with her life. And now it was just… there. Unchanged. Waiting.

which one of her was the real her? "Remember, no matter at any time, you belong to me!" John suddenly blurted out this sentence, not as a declaration of love, but with a hint of anger and possessiveness. He was like this in their previous lifetime. Her repeated deceits made him willing to suffer losses just to force her to stay by his side. Hearing this kind of talk again, Diana felt chills running down her spine. It seemed like she was back in those painful days.

"I think I fell in love with her long before I met you." Her brows furrowed in confusion. "Yeah. Something the great Cathleen Albright doesn't know is that I saw her first, but I ended up meeting you first and that was the greatest disappointment of my life." I realized that we were starting to draw attention by our argument in the middle of the room. People looking over their shoulders, pretending that they weren't just straining to overhear our conversation. I straightened and adjusted my cufflinks. "Now I'm only going to say this once because this would be the last time I engage you in any conversation whatsoever."

Lilian treated her with kindness, based on the assumption that she remained obedient. “Grandma, you were certainly an exquisite person when you were young,” she complimented at the right moment. Mrs. Lilian smiled even more happily. She confidently and shyly said to Hailey, “That’s correct. I was one of the universally recognized beautiful ladies of Holtbay City. Regrettably, the other two ladies have departed. I am the only one left among those three ladies.”

Once I had let her go but not this time. She is mine. Only mine. ***********

From the forest. Like an echo. Only it wasn’t mine anymore. It was hers. And she was coming.