Do it, Nesy. Say the words. Pierce my heart. Send me to the Abyss and end my suffering. Please. I won’t stop you.
Christine FonsecaMots clés aydan
I’m only going to say this once,” I say to tattoo guy.
“Leave me alone.”
“Or what?” he asks.
Thought you’d never ask.
Mots clés nesy
Nesy. At last.
It has to be her. Who else can make Aydan smile? Make me smile.
Mots clés zane
I don’t want to hurt her, don’t want her to suffer. But the truth may hurt her more. I wrap my arms, my wings, around her as her body shutters.
Christine FonsecaEach memory rips through me, and although I stow myself against the emotions, I can’t prevent the pain that accompanies each image. Pain for a love never acknowledged, pain for a friendship now gone. Pain for a loss I can’t possibly endure.
Christine FonsecaMots clés friendship pain loss sacrifice zane
Tell me you don't feel what I feel."
"That doesn't matter." She swallowed hard.
"It does to me." I brush my lips against hers.
There is no point in thinking of what could've been; no point in belaboring the past.
Christine FonsecaIen stopped her voice with more kisses, more promises of a world filled with only them.
Christine FonsecaMots clés romance historical ya psychological-thriller
She opens her eyes as the fury continues, pinning me with her glare. Her gaze reached into my soul as I spin the music back to the simple melody at its core—our melody. A moment of recognition washes over her, followed by regret, fear, terror. An entire kaleidoscope of emotions exists within a single heartbeat.
Christine FonsecaMots clés historical-romance ya psychological-thriller
She will assume it was me, assume that I have come to make good on my promises.
One of us should.
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