Long Enough - Book 1 in the "Mate Bond" Trilogy **UNDER RECONSTRUCTION**

Long Enough - Book 1 in the "Mate Bond" Trilogy **UNDER RECONSTRUCTION**

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**DISCLAIMER: You may find that a lot of chapters have been unpublished. This book was written many years ago when I was still young and a terrible writer, and a large majority of this book remains unedited lol. I'd like to say I've changed a lot since then lol. Which is why I've decided to unpublish chapters until I have fully edited them and moved this story around a bit to further improve it. Please be aware of that before proceeding to read. <3 ** Love works in mysterious ways. That is the phrase which has kept me going for these past years. Each time I'd see him happy with her, smiling with her, kissing her...I'd remind myself that love works in mysterious ways because at the end of the day...I am the one he would say "I love you" to, not her. I am the one he gave his heart to, not her. Or so he says. I've tried so hard to hate him for doing this to me. For putting me through all this pain, but I never have the courage to do so because he...he is my mate. The one who was handpicked just for me. For years I've endured the pain of watching the person I love the most in the world be with someone else. Nothing compares to the pain which envelops your heart, your entire soul, when you see this happen. For years I've waited for the day when he would finally decide that he wants to be with me, and not her. For years I've held on to his promises of one day finally being able to be with me once he has figured himself out... If I have to wait any longer, there will come a day when I will lose myself completely to the pain all because I chose to sacrifice my own happiness so that my mate could have his. I want to keep fighting but...haven't I waited long enough to receive the love that has been promised to me? My name is Bianca Muller, and this is my story.
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*EDITORS' CHOICE 2021*After falling for her senior year teacher, Louise learns a harsh lesson on what adulthood isn't. Louise has some trauma to unpack. Heartbreak's a bitch, and her first relationship had been anything but normal. Thinking herself mature for her age, her affair with Mr. Cain started swooningly well. Except things ended quite abruptly. It's a lot for a seventeen year old to handle. But who's really at fault for what happened? Who even is Mr. Cain, and what is he hiding? From the wreckage of her naivety and self-esteem, can Louise save her friendships and rebuild herself? Our love songs aren't telling the whole truth. How can this be? In this tale of vulnerability, adolescence and painful reckoning, the arrogance of youth demands a price. * "'You're what, Louise?' he asked. 'You're sorry? What am I supposed to do here? How can I turn this around? How can I tell you that everything you want and feel is reciprocated, when I have to go back to work and pretend none of it happened?' 'I don't know the answer!' I cried. 'Neither of us do.' I threw my hands up in defeat. He caught them before they could fall. 'But how do I go back to living without your words?' His voice became a whisper. He squeezed my fingers tightly, closing his eyes and bringing them to his chest. 'I need how you make me feel, Luiza. I need it to feel alive. I won't stay away. No one's made me feel this good before. And I can't stand myself for wanting what I want. What do I do?' I was a violin bow on the verge of splintering. Every inch of me pulsed with an ache that began from the marrow of my bones. Fate had brought us here. At this crossroads of ours, there were a hundred different choices to make. A thousand different lifetimes to choose from, stemming from and decided entirely by my next choice. And in the end, I chose incorrectly. I held his face between my hands, feeling the echoing pulse of his skin. I brought his face to mine. I kissed him."

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