Novel & Cerita Вторая Половинка

The second he burst through the front door, Vittorio’s heart didn't settle. Instead, it plummeted into a bottomless abyss. The penthouse was terrifyingly empty. It was spotless, sterile, and felt exactly like a high-end property waiting for a new owner. There wasn't a single trace of Isabella left. The photo wall that she used to cherish so much was completely bare.

She flicked her wrist, and the gems in her box glittered so intensely I had to squint. "So what if you marry Alpha Iris? His heart will always belong to me," she said, her voice dripping with challenge. Ruby was like two different people. To the world, she was the picture of sweetness and innocence, but when we were alone, her true colors came out—sharp and dangerous. I could not shake the memory of her previous life, wrapped up with Iris, nothing between them. She was curled up in Iris's arms, a scared little wolf, while Iris clutched her close as if he was protecting her from me.

Luna came closer, resting a gentle hand on my shoulder. ‎ ‎“I know what it’s like to want answers,” she said softly. Her touch was warm, steady. “Sometimes the truth is the only thing that can set you free.” ‎ ‎Her words pierced me. ‎ ‎Then she whispered, almost like it was meant for me, “Two halves make a whole, right?” ‎ ‎I stilled. My heart skipped. Slowly, I lifted my head. “What did you just say?” ‎ ‎Luna blinked. “Two halves make a whole.”

The words stab my throat the second they leave my mouth. After the call ends, I return to the couch. The laptop’s still glowing, but I don’t see anything. I stare at my own reflection in the glass. Tara Anasthassia De Carrillo, 25. Architect. Math minor. Independent woman with her own apartment and a decent enough portfolio to pitch to Singapore next year. And still....can’t let go of a man who was never even hers. I set the laptop on the table. Grab the wine. Take another sip.

The baby inside her answered with a bright pulse, and the bond flared hot enough to burn the darkness back another breath. The father beneath the floor looked like a man carrying a grave on his back. He lifted one marked hand slowly, and his face, so like Kael’s and yet so much older with grief, was stripped bare by the truth he had delayed too long. “She was never only your mother’s body,” he said quietly, and the words made the hidden corridor go still. The woman wearing Aira’s mother’s face in the wall went pale. Her mother in the seam below made a small broken sound and turned toward him with tears already running down her cheeks. Aira stared at the father in horror. “What did you do?” H

I got a second chance, mate, and a second chance at love. It was finally complete and perfect. Whole. Complete. Finally, fully, ours. **THE END OF BOOK 4: A SECOND CHANCE**

Part one of the story ends here. The second part of the story starts after a four-month gap.

She was to focused on her work to really think that this is what people were like when they met the other half of themselves. She went into her memories and remembered the stories her father had told her. How the gods thought humans could be too powerful with their two heads, four arms, and four legs. That they were the complete creature that could be totally happy because they were whole. So, the gods split them in half, one head, two arms, and two legs and only half of what they were. Doomed to search for their other half for their lifetime. Her sisters and brothers had thought the story to be just that a story, but the little girl with the considerable imagination could see it happening i

The witch answered. "This house was built with magic. It will be hard for me to break through. I just need time". She added "How long?" Eric asked "Two days" she replied "Two days!!!" Eric yelled in anger "Or maybe one," the witch said in fear of what Eric might do to her. "Do whatever you have to, you have till midnight" Eric warned as he walked out of the room leaving Ryan there with her. *** ~Rhea's POV~ Walking through the passage, we got to a point where there were three pathways.

If she didn't get this one in particular it would be disappointing. She lays on her bed and reflects on the interview she had at Howards Groups, it had remembered her of her ex-boyfriend Howard who broke up with her just after a few months of their relationship. Despite how much he had hurt her she was still in love with this man, it sounded really stupid but she was helpless here, she couldn't do anything to help herself but be in love with Howard. It was difficult moving on but little did she know she had just walked back into his life. She had always questioned her existence since the very day that Howard had invited her to dinner, foolish her thinking it was a romantic date and they woul