Your Lie In April Letter Novels & Stories

And her body, once proud and strong, grew weaker and thinner, but her eyes still burned with desperate hope that he might hear her pleas if she repeated them enough times. “Stefano, they lied to me as much as they lied to you, I was nothing but a soldier, I was used, I never wanted this, I swear to you, you are the only man I ever loved, the only truth in all my lies,” she cried one night when he pressed the cold barrel of his gun against her temple, not pulling the trigger but letting the weight of it speak for him. He shook his head slowly and whispered, “Love, you say, but love is not built on lies. Love is not a mask you wear until it rots and falls away, what you gave me was not love, i

Seeing his pathetic state, Brian handed over the last thing I had left behind. Reynold eagerly opened the thin envelope and pulled out the papers inside. They were the medical records of my four previous miscarriages. The moment Reynold understood what he was reading, his vision suddenly went black, and he fainted. When he woke up, prison awaited him. The day before his incarceration, I received a large sum of money from him along with a letter. His words overflowed with regret, and in emotional passages, tear stains had smeared the ink. But none of it mattered anymore. I had already begun my new life, and I wouldn't waste another thought on him.

“Rome, I was…” “Massimo, that’s not an excuse, you’ll have to make me understand why you didn’t…” “Rome I was intending to send men to Vodka. He sent me an email and talked about the danger ahead and I understood. I’m so sorry it’s got to be that way, I just needed to be sure the ladies were safe from the Governor,” I replied, feeling a path of guilt engulf me. I couldn’t imagine the reason for his current state of health. I watched him as he kept an easy look at me and began slowly.

April was lying in bed, her blue eyes fixed on me with a mixture of fear and longing. "Ryder," she whispered, her voice barely audible. I smiled, trying to reassure her, and crossed the room to her bedside. I leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, then her lips. "Hey, April. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.” April's POV As the full moon drew near, my condition worsened. The strange symptoms intensified, leaving me weak and vulnerable. But my alphas, Ryder, Kayson, and Ronan, remained by my side, their love and care a constant source of comfort.

I sat on the nearest couch as I scan his words. *I already took care of it. You won't be hearing from that halfwit again. I meant it when I said I love you. Your stubborn attitude is driving me nuts but it's one of the things I love about you you tease. I'll be waiting when you're ready to let me in. I love you April Denver and don't ever lie to me again. Good night * I heard his car drive off after reading the text

“Thank you.” He drew me even closer into him, placing his hands on my shoulders. “Just promise me one thing — if you leave, make sure it’s because you want to, not because of what people think.” I nodded. “I promise.” Later that night, I sat by the window, staring at the lights outside. My resignation letter was already drafted, sitting in my bag. Just as I reached to turn off my phone, a message notification popped up. It was from an unknown number. At first, I thought it was spam. But when I opened it, my blood ran cold.

Chapter Thirty Four : The Costly Preposition Lily's POV I sat across from Simeon's personal assistant, my hands gripping the edges of the chair. Everything that had taken place pressed down hard upon me, and I felt out of breath. Once rejected, thrown out as if I meant nothing, I knew I couldn't stop now. I had to just keep trying. Lily," the P.A. sighed, rubbing her temples as she stared at me. "I know you mean well, but this… this isn't going to work."

"Last spring, when my stomach was acting up, I didn't tell you because you were so busy with work. In February this year, when we were out of money, we ate plain porridge for two weeks. Just now, when you sent that kid to the hospital, you have no idea how scared I was. I was afraid there'd be another lawyer's letter in front of our door, that I'd never see you again. Is this game of playing poor really fun, Lance? Is it fun to have me running in circles, like I'm a fool? Lance, let me out of the car. You—" I reached for the car door, but he locked it before I could open it. Of course, after five years, he knew me too well. Maybe he'd already thought a thousand times about how to deal with m

Daisy's POV As soon as the history teacher left the class, I quickly carried my bag from the locker, I have to make my escape from those eyes that have me boring into me, thank God it was the last class for the day, as soon as I opened my locker and grabbed my bag, a piece of paper fell out and Owen, one of my classmates picked it up, I looked at what he has picked up and my eyes widened in fear, it was the love letter I had written, I have quickly kept it in my locker to avoid Aires seeing it and has completely forgotten all about it, I quickly made a mad dash for it but Owen was faster and my exasperated attempt to get it back only made him suspicious as to what is written there, "no, no,

Mysterious but extremely powerful in the words of Emily. “What do you want, Alexander?” “You got the flowers.” “That wasn’t a question.” A pause. Then— “I wasn’t sure you still liked peonies.” The uncertainty in his voice catches me off guard. Not dramatic. Not manipulative. Just… honest. Like he realizes time changes people. Like he knows I’m not fourteen anymore. “I do,” I admit before I can stop myself. Silence stretches briefly between us. Then— “I’m glad.” The simplicity of it unsettles me more than flirting would have.