A nice heartbreaking story not for young and softhearted person's
A nice heartbreaking story not for young and softhearted person's
Chapter 1: The Meeting
The rain was soft that afternoon, not a downpour but enough to make the pavement glisten like polished stone. Emilia stood beneath the awning of Café Miro, her fingers curled around a paper cup, watching the city blur through the drizzle. She always came here after her shifts at the bookstore-half out of habit, half out of hope that the silence might finally start to feel like peace.
Then he appeared.
She noticed him because he didn't carry an umbrella. He just stood there across the street, soaked, staring at the chalkboard sign that said LIVE MUSIC – FRIDAYS AT SEVEN. His hair was plastered to his forehead, and his black hoodie clung to his frame. But his eyes-that's what stayed with her. They were distant, but not empty. Like someone who had once known love and now only knew the echo of it.
When he finally crossed the street, Emilia stepped aside instinctively, not wanting to seem in the way. But he stopped at the door, shook off the rain like a stray dog, and met her eyes for a brief moment.
"You been inside?" he asked.
His voice was rough, like it didn't get much use.
"Yeah," she said. "It's quiet. Good coffee. Warm."
He nodded. "Sounds perfect."
She didn't know why she followed him in, just that something about him felt familiar in a way she couldn't explain. Maybe it was the way he didn't pretend to smile. Maybe it was how the world seemed to hush around him.
They sat at separate tables at first, but the universe didn't let that last long. The café was nearly empty except for a guitarist warming up in the corner and a barista who looked like she wanted her shift to end. The boy glanced over at Emilia again. She offered a small smile. He didn't return it, but he moved to her table.
"Mind if I sit?"
"Sure," she said.
"I'm Leo."
"Emilia."
They talked like people who had nothing to lose. About books, broken things, and music that made you cry for no reason. Leo told her he used to play piano, but stopped. She didn't ask why.
When the guitarist started strumming something low and aching, Leo closed his eyes. Emilia watched him instead of the music.
That night, she walked home with his number in her pocket and a strange weight in her chest. Not joy. Not fear. Something in between-like hope holding hands with heartbreak.
She didn't know then, of course, how deeply he'd change her life. How much of her heart would belong to him. And how, in the end, he would take pieces of her with him when he left.
In the kingdom of Vaerwyn, witches are hunted, feared, and sentenced to death under royal decree. The Witch Guard, a deadly faction of elite hunters, exists solely to purge magic from the land
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
"End her, and burn her body." Those words rolled off cruelly from the tongue of my destined one-MY MATE. He stole my innocence, rejected me, stabbed me, and ordered me to be killed on our wedding night. I lost my wolf, left in a cruel realm to bear the pain alone... But my life took a twist that night-a twist that dragged me into the worst hell possible. One moment, I was the heir to my pack, and the next-I was a slave to the ruthless Lycan King, who was on the brink of losing his mind... Cold. Deadly. Unforgiving. His presence was hell itself. His name a whisper of terror. _He swore I was his, craved by his beast; to satisfy even if it breaks me_ Now, trapped in his dominant world, I must survive the dark clutches of the King who had me wrapped around his finger. However, within these dark reality, lies a primal fate....
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
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