What We Lose Novel Novels & Stories

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.

He says softly. I might not understand the pain of losing a mate, but I do understand the pain of loss. It can be crippling sometimes. He is right that it helps to talk about the person that you lost though. Talking about my parents more and more brought me a little of the closure that I needed after all of the years alone. I started to finally feel like myself again after Dante found me. That was partially because he is the most amazing man I have ever met, and partially because I came to terms with all that had happened to myself and my family all of those years ago. That type of thing took a lot to move on from.

not of losing either twin. But of losing control.

She kept on looking at me, while I rolled my eyes. "We are humans. We always have something to lose. This or that. And when we don't have anything, it's our lives that we can easily lose. So the words 'I have nothing to lose' it's nothing else than a myth? And the ones, who consider this myth as a truth, they're delusional," I spat. She had to realise. She still has so much to lose, and she can't keep on losing everything and just remain left with her life.

The question is: what exactly did I lose? And how do I get it back?

By winter, our life had settled. I worked full days at the clinic. Nico had school, his afternoon class, and a habit of leaving books open all over the apartment. He slept through the night. He laughed more easily. He no longer listened for footsteps at the door. Dante wrote three times. The first letter stayed unopened until I burned it with the junk mail. The second I read once and put away. The third was shorter. He said he would keep telling me the truth if that was all I would ever let him give.

A rhythm of some-type of normalcy dominates our lives with Eurydice gone. I can't explain how much I miss the little girl, with her keen insight into the world around her. Knowing more and seeing more than a typical five-year-old, who in my century, are more concerned with childish things.

Lilith’s POV I have spent my whole life weaving lies. Carefully, intricately, like a spider spinning its web. And tonight, all my efforts were about to pay off. The grand hall of the Blood Moon Pack was alive with light and music, the scent of jasmine and cedarwood filling the air. The Mating Ball was the most important event of the year, the night where fated bonds were revealed. But I had no intention of leaving my fate to the Moon Goddess. No—I had already decided how my story would end.

The Lincoln limousine drove off amidst Corey's frantic curses. … Fortunately, my rental apartment wasn't far. I dragged my bruised body and limped back to the place. After stripping off the foul-smelling clothes, I carefully washed myself from head to toe. Lying in bed, I tried to comfort myself that I'd start a new life tomorrow after a good rest. The next morning, I called the junk collector and sold off everything I had bought with Lydia—the projector, the couch, the mattress—all of it. Her clothes and her headphones went straight into the trash.