When Her Death Couldn't Break Him Novel Novels & Stories

Solene shut the door behind her and kicked off her shoes, sighing as she sank onto the bed. Thankfully, work had been peaceful without unwanted exes making unexpected visits and trying to change her child’s surname. ‘I mean, how dare he?’ she thought, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. Where the hell was he when she was broken and trying to stitch herself back up? She remembered that night—after crashing Lewis’s show. The way she had cried until her chest hurt. The way she walked into that hotel alone and let the tears fall like she’d been holding them in for years.

, I said, wishing that he would stop, “ look, I love you, so much, but I can't. I just can't” “ What do you mean you can't?” He asked, obviously confused, and I just felt sorry for him. I felt pity for him. He didn't understand, and he never will. The fact that my heart had been broken beyond repair, the fact that my mind and body would never allow me to become so vulnerable before anyone again, the fact that Hakim killed me, not with a sword or a gun, but with his eyes, and the fact that even though his hazel eyes looked nothing like those of Hakim, it still reminded me of him, of that day when he finally broke the spine of my heart, along with my ribs. He didn't understand, he never will u

This—this—was what broke him. The thought of her lying alone, afraid. The knowledge that she believed loving him might cost her life. His chest ached, deep and sharp, as if something inside him had cracked and kept cracking with every breath. He wanted to go back in, to hold her, to roar that he’d burn the stars themselves before he let death take her. But he stayed where he was. Because she asked him to. And because if he broke her wish now, she’d never trust him with anything again.

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Not especially when she was in a very bad shape herself. Against my better judgment, I moved closer to her and hugged her. Her body raked against mine as she shivered and tried to rein in her emotions. I shook a little as I felt myself losing control. “He… he… he died… right in front of… me!” Her broken voice came to me again.

He said my name and still gave her what used to be mine. And I watched it all. I watched her hands where mine used to rest. Her lips on skin that once belonged to me. And I broke. Goddess, I broke. I broke like glass being thrown against stone shards, flying in every direction, slicing through everything I had left, and I had no control over it. Every part of me begged for it to stop. But it didn’t. I thought dying would be the worst thing that ever happened to me. But I was wrong.

She doesn't have to be scared, they can never happen as long as I’m still alive. I place my hand on hers, But don’t worry,” I add firmly. “I’ll never allow that.” Her eyes lock with mine as he nods unsurely, then hesitates before asking, “So… what happened next? Did he really kill her?” I exhale deeply. “No.” “Remember? He was deeply in love with her—he couldn’t do it. He loved her too much, cherished her too much. No matter what she did to him, he couldn’t kill her with his own hands. So… He let her go, giving her the freedom she had always wanted. But this was behind my grandfather’s, Warren Zephyr’s back.

Fractured. She didn’t speak again. Not for a long time. She just looked at him—truly looked. As if trying to remember what they were before the world started burning. He broke first. "You saw something, didn’t you?" Her lips parted, and for a moment, she said nothing. Then— "Aedric’s death wasn’t the end of it. There’s more coming. Worse. And I don’t know if we’ll survive it." "Then let me fight beside you. Damn the curse. Damn the mark."

no breath. “Vesper?” I shook her body gently. “Vesper, please... don't... don't do this to me...” But her eyes remained empty, staring at the dark sky. She was dead. Dead because of me. I killed him. Something broke inside me at that moment. Not slowly. But all at once, like a dam collapsing. I howled—not a wolf's howl, but the scream of a completely broken man, a scream that came from a soul that was already dead.

His mind is questioning everything that had just become a reality. He shouldn’t have let this happen; his eyes close briefly as he feels her lips press against his once more, gently, barely-there. His heart shatters beneath her touch as he realises he is possibly the one thing that will could be the death of her.