Ya Te Extraño Novels & Stories

(Porque no vale la pena) Let go of your life +Deja que se vaya el de tu vida) That the wounds that this time did you harm and what harm are closed Que se cierren las heridas que esta vez te hicieron mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let it be apart of your story Deja que se aparte de tu historia A stain on your memory of a love that hurt you and how bad Un mancha en tu memoria de un amor que te hizo mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let other kisses make you fall in love Deja que otros besos te enamoren Someone else bring you flowers Que alguien más te lleve flores There are more than a million loves Hay más de un millón de amores that they want to conquer you Que te quie

“Did we do something wrong?” “No.” “Then, what’s the problem?” “Not many travels pass here. We are strange to them. Nobody orders tea; it’s expensive in these parts. Be on your guard.” “In our village, it’s a normal thing.” “It’s the same in my hometown.” “I wonder. Who is the stranger here?” “They are.” “Noted…”

I've always been terrible with directions. No matter where I go, I end up lost. Seraphina didn't buy the whole "born this way" excuse. So she roped in my foster brother Gabriel and my childhood friend Lucas, and they decided to put me through "training." For the border patrol exercise, they drove off with the tactical SUV ahead of time, took my phone, and left me stranded alone at the subway entrance—right in the middle of gang territory. They said it was to sharpen my sense of direction. I opened my bag and found a note from Seraphina: "We've walked this escape route with you twice. I know Carone's blood will find its way to the safe house, Leah!" "We'll be waiting at the mansion." I stared

‎ ‎The furniture was near and cold, like it was placed to be look at. ‎ ‎A stranger was sitting on a chair, closer to my bed. Leaning on the chair as if he owns the hotel. He was watching me and relaxing in a way that made my heart beat faster. ‎ ‎He looked awake. ‎ ‎Too awake. ‎Like he was waiting for me to wake up. ‎ ‎" who are you" I ask my voice being low. ‎ ‎He raised his eyebrows sightly, you don't remember. ‎ ‎I swallowed and pushed myself up, they movement sent headache to my head and body pain to my body. My body felt sore in a strange way, the memories of yesterday's sex came rushing in my head.

The phrase echoed in my head, loud and ominous. Famous last words. I stared at him, heart suddenly thudding much harder than the situation warranted. Every instinct I had was waving red flags, reminding me that this was a terrible idea. A stranger. A foreign country. A snowstorm. A child who had already decided I belonged to him. Every practical bone in my body, however, was screaming that this was the only reasonable option. I weighed the alternatives. Wandering snowy streets with a suitcase. Hoping another hotel might miraculously materialise. Sleeping in a taxi, perhaps.

There was something strange about his movement that it scared the stranger, and he had every reason to be scared. "I would just be on my way now; the bill has been paid earlier. Nice doing business with you." "Wait," Teo said. "Why in such a hurry?" he asked, his eyes glittering red, and that single look seemed to magically pin the man down, for a moment I am afraid he was going to drink up the man's blood, but he didn't. "The moment you leave here, you will forget everything about me, about the lady, and about this house; you just went to do some work for a client, and you got your pay. Now leave."

“Give it time, Señora. Not everything is what it seems.” Her words stay with me long after she’s gone. I sip the tea slowly, hoping it might soothe the ache inside me. But when I finally turn off the light and sink beneath the covers, the cold lingers. And as the silence stretches through the dark, I realize the truth. I’m married to a stranger. And for better or worse, I have no idea how to find my way out of this loneliness.

The cold makes me rub my arms with both hands, trying to build enough friction to warm myself. I need to find someone, but I don’t know who. I need to reach somewhere, but I don’t know where. And the agony sits in my throat like a knot that tightens from the inside. That’s when I see a silhouette in the distance, blurred through a thin layer of mist. The figure walks toward me, slow steps — but somehow he reaches me fast. — Alexia — the stranger says, and the shock floods me before I can hide it. — We’ve finally met.

It's too dark. Dark! Cold! And I feel so lonely..... T. B. C. Bianca come and be my big sis ❤️ like seriously I need your guidance 😍

He smiled. "Okay, thank you." I smiled with gratitude, "Let's go find a table." We turned around and faced the mostly empty cafè as I let Ren choose a table and obviously she decided that the window table was the best so we made our way there. The hair at the back of my neck stood as I felt a person's eyes practically boaring at mh skin. A feeling of unease settled in my stomach, making it painfully churn, but I tried to ignore it. I'm sure many people in this small cafè were regulars so whoever it was must have been curious about the new stranger is all.