What We Lose Novel Novels & Stories

⸻ 🌙 The Lost Pages The book slowly opened. 📖 ⸻ Its pages fluttered wildly. ⸻ Most were empty. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Gone forever. ⸻ Yet one page remained intact. ⸻ One final page. ⸻ One hidden page. ⸻ A page nobody had ever seen before. ⸻ The page that existed before Memory Zero. ⸻ 😨 ⸻ 🌙 Before The First Question The page glowed softly. ✨ ⸻

"Alice, please… please tell Mr. Winslow to stop. We can't hold out much longer." I stayed silent, and it only made him more frantic. "Alice, I'm begging you. Just this once. If you can convince Mr. Winslow to stop, everything we own will be yours. I'll make you my sole heir." A cold laugh escaped me. "I'm the daughter of an oil magnate now. Do you really think I need your scraps?" I hung up, feeling lighter than I had in years. At some point, I drifted to sleep. When I woke, the news was everywhere. Headlines blared across every major outlet—Evarra's leading conglomerate had gone bankrupt overnight. Debts of over a hundred billion, every asset seized.

A tight feeling clutched at my chest, but I kept my chin up as we stepped into the elevator. Inside, I heard the host announce, “Welcome to the stage, the new heiress of the Brown Group… Samantha Brown!” At that moment, I allowed myself to break down, embracing the grief that accompanies loss. I had lost everything—my family, my fiancé, and now my position. Samantha had taken it all from me. I cried openly in the elevator, not caring that the guards stood beside me. I had prepared my whole life for that role, and now Lucas and Samantha had snatched it away as if I had never worked for it.

--- Because without trust— --- Nothing else held. --- The system pulsed again. --- Quieter now. --- More contained. --- But no longer whole. --- Just like them. --- And as the silence stretched between what had been… and what remained— As belief gave way to consequence— As connection fractured under the weight of choice— One final truth emerged: --- Trust is not destroyed by what you lose— --- But by who you become… --- When you choose to lose it.

I gently closed the newspaper and threw it into the blazing fireplace in front of me. The tongues of fire instantly swallowed the paper, swallowing that name and that past soaked in blood and betrayal. "Nothing." I took a sip of coffee, warmth spreading through my body. "I just think the fire is warm tonight." Outside the window, snow was falling heavily, covering the world in white. And my story was just beginning. (The End)

"She earned this, Maya. She's sacrificed so much to get here, and I'm all she has now." "Then what about me? Did I have it easy? Was being poisoned and having my body ruined something I deserved? Did I bring that upon myself?" My eyes reddened as Selene let out a mournful cry within me. Alpha Ethan froze, speechless.

, and she is sure that nobody has seen her wearing it within the hotel premises. Jon was a bit shocked. "The... The necklace?" "Yes," she answered with a smile. "The one you gave me on my nineteenth, you see Jon, I don't know what you may think, but I never wanted to lose it, as I've already lost you," she is becoming dramatic with her tone, but bit her lip and was trying her best not to laugh. "Oh, um. I didn't expect that you still have it. I'll do what I can, I promise." He was trying to assure her that everything will be alright. "Will see you in the morning, Viv. First thing," he hung up, trying to keep her calm. Stephanie was obviously frustrated, handed back his drink as he said, "Tha

Hello my lovely Readers!! I just wanted to thank each and everyone of you!! His Lost Love was my first book but somewhere, I lost the spark and foolishly decided to stop writing it. It was the most stupidest thing I have ever. I wouldn't have finished it if not for your faith on me. You have been showering me with your constant love and support throughout the journey. Some of you have even motivated me to continue the story when I had lost hope as a writer. I am grateful to all those amazing readers!! You don't know what it means to me.

With heavy hearts, they realize that the missing journal holds not only cherished memories but also deepest musings and emotions. A profound sense of loss washes over Bryan and Joe, as if a part of their souls has been taken away. The stolen journal symbolizes a breach in the sanctity of their private world, leaving them with a haunting sense of vulnerability. Determined to find answers and reclaim what is rightfully theirs, they vow to uncover the truth behind the journal's disappearance, for its absence weighs heavily upon their hearts and sparks a flicker of foreboding in their souls.

Ivana narrowed her eyes at her. "Cause I'm the writer," Arielle shrugged her shoulders. "Writer?" Ivana cocked her head to the side. "Remember I promised to fess up everything, I think it's time, Ivana, I know it's hard to believe what I'm going to say but please be patient, I'll explain everything to you. The truth is this world is the world I created, in short, we're inside my novel," She confessed.