What We Lose Novel Novels & Stories

The network Evelyn and the child had built reacted instinctively, reinforcing continuity, but there was nothing to reinforce against. No pressure. No force. Only an absence of direction. The child whispered. “It is confused.” Evelyn turned toward him. “How can you tell?” “I can feel its pattern looping.” Lucien’s voice became sharper. “It is repeating the final question.” IF LOVE IS CONNECTION THAT SURVIVES LOSS THEN WHAT IS LOSS The sentence echoed inside the structure again and again, but each repetition lost clarity. Not because it was weakening, but because it was unable to proceed beyond its own boundary of meaning.

It was the wrong passcode, and the suitcase wouldn't open. He stopped and considered other combinations I might use. He tried my birthday, but it didn't work either. After several tries, during which he went through my birthday, his birthday, and the dates of our various anniversaries, the suitcase still wouldn't budge. Half an hour later, he seemingly recalled something and turned a new set of numbers, his hands shaking. The new number he tried was 308. With a click, the suitcase zippers popped away from the lock. Tears filled Alexander's eyes. 308 was our intended wedding date. It was a leap year, and the 3rd of August was symbolic of the words "I Love You"—three words, eight letters. I h

After her initial excitement, Tina carefully asked, "Would you like to see her, Mr. Lewis? It might help bring her back to her senses." Joel shook his head decisively. "What she needs isn't me, but treatment. It's better to let her think that I'm already dead. There's nothing between us anymore." Time was the best healer. He believed that she would find a way to move on sooner or later. … As Joel was still worried about Benny, he turned and headed back while almost forgetting about Rachel's existence.

For the first time in a decade, she wasn't the only person standing. "It feels like losing," she murmured. "No," William replied, kissing the top of her head. "It feels like waking up. Catherine lost because she couldn't imagine a world where she wasn't the center. Victor lost because he wanted to be the hero of a story that wasn't his. We win by becoming the authors who know when to write 'The End.'"

MARIO's POV (2brother) Our kitten has went through so much, i feel so guilty that i was never able to protect her, we all were devastated when she left or was kidnapped. Mom used to cry so much, dad went to all ballistic mode, Lorenzo got himself into business, twins went into bad boy mode, Anthony started street racing, Grayson shut himself in his room and did god knows what and i was trying to be sane for everyone but already everyone went into dark mode , Our cousins,grandpa, grandma , uncles, aunts all love Klara a lot, everyone was devastated.

They barely knew each other, but he never wanted to be separated from her. They stepped into his room, the door closing softly behind them. Shaun watched his mate glide around his almost bare room, looking around. Her eyes stopped on two large drawings on the wall. Both were cities from a view that encompassed the entire city. The first one was the Nightstar Pack. The other was a city in snow-capped mountains. She looked at him, questioning him with her eyes. “It’s the two places I can call home. I drew the first view I had of Nightstar; the other is the last view I had of my original home.” “You drew them?”

she continued, as I stared at her open-mouthed. "I.. but.. where? If Yannick is dead, won't they just.." I trailed off as she shook her head, "We don't know, but.. they lost. A battle.. most of the pack is gone.." she said, her usually so stoic demeanor looking shaken to its core.

Then we both walked towards our own cars. At home, I took a shower and made something to eat. It wasn’t anything special or grand, just chicken bouillon soup and toast. When it was made, I took my soup and my toast to sit on my couch in the parlor. While eating, I was scrolling through the apps on my phone and decided to read a romance novel. I love reading how the characters fall in love. And since I don’t have a romantic life right now, living vicariously through the characters is the closest I can get to falling in love. It’s pathetic really, but since I am 38 years old it’s just a way of life. After I finished eating my toast and drinking my soup, I washed my dishes and went into

Nothing could fill the void in her heart, not money, not posession, not parties or friends could spark up a little glimpse of happiness in her. Her heart repeatedly pierced by the emotions she couldn't bear nor control, it all seemed like a dream, the nightmare she was dying to crawl out from. Her one true love was gone, the man she had lived years with, gave her all to. Diana couldn't help but soliloquize. "Do I deserve to live? He is in the grave because of me, what's the use of living without him?" As if loosing her parents wasn't enough, she lost Branden.

POV. Alexander I run out of the cafeteria doors after my mate. But once I reached the woods I couldn't smell her any longer, it's like she just disappeared into thin air. "I need more wolf's in the woods right fucking now. My mate is missing and I want her back NOW!!" I mind link to my entire pack with my Alpha command. It felt like we were out in the woods all day but it had only been hours. When I had almost given up hope I saw her at the edge of the woods by a big tree talking to none other than, Jaxson Shadow the Alpha of The Shadow pack.