What We Lose Novel Novels & Stories

She’d seen a lot of lost wielders, lost shadows crying in despair, begging for something to latch unto because they knew that the place where they’d be falling was their worst nightmare. “Sleep, dear child! You’ve had enough!” Marjorie breathed heavily when another series of tears trickled to her cheeks. Crouching, she wiped all of those away, caressing her hair, whispering words she didn’t even know Z would hear. She just felt compelled to say so, because she, too, had been lost a lot of times.

They did not have any problem with his reign since it was his last year, a few months after, he was replaced by the current Magic King. But both the former King, my father and the other King, weakened so much. The restoring of earth's balance took all their magic. The other King died and my father's magic was lost. He was devastated at first but the entire Kingdom acknowledged his braveness and sacrifice, my father accepted things. He was soon relieved that he was able to help planet earth.

He lost a girl he had fallen in love with. Thank you for the comet, don't forget to comment, share and like and rate. Thank you so much for stopping by. This work is not completely perfect, I hope the writer can write a better novel according to the wishes of the readers. the writer always makes revisions and tries to make the best work. thank you very much and happy to know new remember, this month is the ending for this novel.

The cabin sits empty and alone in the clearing as the days shorten, the snow falls, the temperatures plummet, and the darkness encroaches on the light. Thousands of miles away, a girl weeps at the second great loss of her life - the loss of a love cut off before it could blossom. THE END.... (Planning on writing a sequel soon)

Sharper. He exhaled slowly, pressing his fingers against the glass. For the first time in decades, he felt it clearly. Not guilt. Not regret. Loss. And somewhere far below, a little girl clutched Daisy's hand tightly, looking back at a building she didn't understand, whispering goodbye to a man who would never admit that her absence had already carved a hollow space inside him.

What was left of both of us was our brain refusing to accept that Gabriella was truly gone, she left us to be with that scumbag. I can't even tell what's happening physically and what's just a figment of my imaginations. For the first few nights Gabriella left, my nights were plagued with dreams of her returns, but for the rest of the night till now I couldn't tell the difference between day and night, I've been in a loophole of endless emotional torture. Why I feel this way, I had no idea. She wasn't my mate, I've never had one but I'm sure even wolf's that lost their mates didn't feel as empty as I'm feeling right now.

I hug him before turning to leave again. ‘Liberty we did lose something tonight huh?’ I feel her nodding her head in my mind. ‘No one as much as Wilder and Zander. We can only hope that this is the case where not all things lost stay lost forever.’ Tears build in my eyes at the devastation in my wolf’s voice. (Wilder POV)

After five years of marriage, Gabrielle Jamison stumbles upon her husband, Morgan Quilton, with his mistress. He's even brought their son, Casper Quilton, with him. Casper pretends not to know her, and Morgan doesn't even bother to hide his contempt. Gabrielle looks around at the room full of impeccably dressed guests. She twists the hem of her wrinkled shirt, then looks at her own haggard reflection in the mirror. The brilliant golden girl she used to be is gone without a trace. In that instant, she loses all hope in Morgan and Casper. So, when Morgan tells her he wants a divorce, she quietly says yes. From then on, every outrageous demand from his side of the family gets a hard no. Si

Only when the wrong person leaves can you keep the right one close. The withered spring would never boil again, and the one from before would never return. What I lost was an obsession, false and full of torment. What I gained was a good mate at my side, and a lifetime of peace.

"Like, really writing. Not just staring at the screen and sighing dramatically." "I don't sigh dramatically." "You absolutely do. It's your thing." She pulled up a chair and sat beside me. "What's this one about?" I hesitated. I hadn't shown anyone my work yet—not the real work, the novel I'd been piecing together for months. It was about a girl who loses everything—her boyfriend, her best friend, her sense of herself—and has to figure out who she is in the wreckage. It was, I realized, not very subtle.