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

She was exhausted from the trip, but her heart was broken to think that Cuhen had become insane as a result of her disappearance. *** CUHEN knocked over the whiskey bottle without hesitation, and Herrence glanced at Farhistt and Zyd Caiden. They were in his mansion, which he owned. Herrence fixed his gaze on the contents of the cup he was holding and said, "Here we are, when we are brokenhearted." "You're a dickhead, Herrence!" he yelled, dropping the empty bottle. "Shut up, or I'll cut out your tongue." On the other hand, while Zyd was singing and dancing, Farhistt sat quietly next to a single sofa and watched.

I had entered this mansion to save my father. But I might have just walked into the place where my family had been destroyed. And if Alexander was hiding the truth about Daniel, I would uncover it. Even if the truth broke my heart. End of Chapter Four

she gasped with her dying breath, then her body went limp in his arms. Her eyes remained open and she seemed to be at peace. And Aaron broke. He felt their bond shatter with her death. The familiar hum of her presence lingering in his chest vanished. The familiar throbbing of her thoughts or the walls she built up to shut him out no longer. It was like a light extinguished abruptly. It was painful. He screamed her name. Again. And again. And again. The wolves arrived too late. The army fell to silence. No cheers. No cries of victory.

When he clenched his fist, the air constricted on her chin. It was, perhaps, a good thing she couldn’t feel anything. She knew what the king was doing, though. Her half-asleep eyes showed her everything she needed to know. Xavier let go of her and diverted his gaze. “The man was broken. His soul was ripped apart. He wanted to die, but his immortality saved him from that lowly death. In his brokenness, he found a ray of light through a dead body.” He looked at Zheira as though telling her that this part was more interesting than everything she knew.

Just like the other one beside it. I scoff under my breath, letting the bottle clink against the table as I set it back down. I should feel triumphant. I should feel whole. But as I stare at the shattered remain s of my life I crashed, at the man who once promised me forever, at the woman who stole my life— All I feel is the bitter taste of something unfinished.

He eventually spent some time working as a waiter at a restaurant. It was easy to grow accustomed to wealth. But it was another story to return to a modest lifestyle. Wyatt couldn't handle that way of life. It wasn't long before he went to the seaside and took his own life. I was told that his body was bloated beyond recognition by the time it was recovered. When the police arrived at his home, they found Wyatt and Vivian's daughter lying stiff on the ground. She had starved to death. Later, I went to visit Vivian at the psychiatric hospital. The moment she saw me, she threw herself at me, crying, "You came to see me, Lucian! Where's our baby?"

I don’t know when this feeling happened. This overwhelming sense of dread for what’s to come next. I don’t know if it was when I lost my family. Or my best friend. Or myself. I find myself in the worst place possible now, and the only person that can help me is him. He, who tore my whole life apart in a matter of seconds. He, who played with the strings of my fate and has now trapped me in a life with only one path left. He, who must also die. And he will take me with him.

“I can’t! The last painting Lily made before she died is in there! If it’s burned, it’ll be gone forever!” Rain watched as her husband ran into the thick smoke regardless of the dangers. She eventually shut her eyes and went forward to stop him. At the end of the day, he suffered from asthma. “I’ll go.” When she walked past him, she said, “Fourth time, Joshua.” Unfortunately, the noise drowned out her whispers, and no one heard her.

My face, my palms, my knees, they were already bleeding. My chest aching from sobbing. I couldn’t take any more punishment today. “This filth broke my crystal glasses,” my aunt sneers from behind him. “Is that so?” my uncle murmurs, crouching beside me slowly. I flinch. My trembling worsened as he got closer to me. I kept my head down, my eyes fixed on the floor. Because I wasn’t allowed to look at them Under any circumstances. “Now why would you break your aunt’s crystal glasses… Moonflower?” he asks softly.

" My eyes were teary as I stumbled backward. "Our child is dead. You were the one who killed him," I said. Nicholas shook his head bitterly. "We can still have more children together. Vicky, come home with me." He kept apologizing in a fluster and grabbed my hand tightly. I shook him off and delivered a tight slap to his face. "Nicholas Leyton! We can never go back to how things were! Can you bring my dead baby back to life? Can you make my dad come back to life and stand here next to me? Can you make my shattered right hand hold a scalpel again?"