Novel & Cerita 100 Greatest

I ask. He nods. He asks his mother, "Mummy read the Gruffalo and the hungry caterpillar?" "Yes, sweetheart, we can do it. What is your all-time favorite book of all time?" He yells "GRUFFALO" at the animal. That sums up my plans for the evening.

On a quiet park bench, I sat beside Ocko. I let the words spill out—everything about my past with Thor, all those years of love, heartbreak, and regret. When I finished, Ocko sighed. "He's not worth looking back for." I curved my lips into a faint smile, agreeing silently. He didn't say anything more. Instead, he reached into his coat and pulled out a small box. Inside rested a flawless slice of tiramisu. "I know you like this," he said with a gentle smile. "Try it."

"Goodnight Daddy." He did not answer. But I knew this was only the beginning. I went up to my room with his taste still on my tongue and his fingers still burning inside me. The rain kept falling but I was no longer scared of it. I was scared of how much I wanted more. **100 Ways to Damn Yourself**

He said in a trembling voice, "I hated her for leaving me out of a desire for money back then… Everything I did was for the sake of hearing her say that she still loved me and cared about me…" Vivi's eyes widened in disbelief. "Love?" "10 years, Chester. 10 whole years. In the past 10 years, when did Yuna stop showing you love? She's loved you every minute and every second of your time together. Did you deserve it? How could you have deserved over 10 years of Yuna's love?" She wasn't willing to waste any more time speaking with him and promptly drove him out of her bar. He suddenly recalled that in the 10 years he'd been married to me, he had never once had a proper conversation with me.

In my sixth year of running an inn in Rimevale, I'm diagnosed with bone cancer. I leave the inn in the hands of my fiancé, Eric Jones, and head to Varenia with nothing but an old enamel mug. Once I'm there, I start a livestream called "My Last 100 Sunsets." Every day at 7:00 pm, I turn the camera toward the snowcapped mountains and make coffee just out of frame. On my 31st livestream, a comment suddenly catches my eye. "Wait. Does that mug at the edge of the frame have a V-shaped chip in it?" Six years ago, when a blizzard left us stranded in the mountains, I kept that same mug filled with hot spiced cider for Eric all night. The chat explodes. "That's Alice Graham from Veylune Inn!"

The feeling of fulfillment and pride that I had been searching for surged within me. Tears welled up in my eyes. I was glad I did not give up on my dream. I bowed deeply and turned to the exit to leave the stage. Suddenly, the spotlight revolved and focused on a man. I narrowed my eyes. It was Theodore. I wasn't that surprised, to be honest. Few wouldn't bow before the power of money. With a bouquet of 100 roses in hand, he walked toward me with an affectionate expression. "Congratulations on your performance, Elle!"

On the day I kept my promise and made my 99th proposal, he chose to spend it at a concert with Natalie. I waited for him all night in the snow, but he never showed up. I'd spent the best five years of my life waiting for him to keep his promise and marry me. But in the end, it had all gone up in smoke. And now, I was done waiting for him.

"Mark, ten years. Every damn second of those ten years—when didn't she love you? Tell me that. How do you even deserve—how do you deserve someone like Jenna loving you that long?" She didn't wait for an answer. Just shoved him out of the bar. Outside, the neon lights hit like prison bars—sharp, cold, and closing in. He couldn't even see his love anymore. That's when it hit him. Ten years married, and not once had he really talked to Jenna. Not once. Every moment was her trying not to upset him. Her breaking down behind a locked door so he wouldn't hear her cry. Mandy's voice wouldn't stop ringing in his head.

To fulfill his young girlfriend Wendy Baker's dream of becoming vice president, my husband faked amnesia after a car accident and used it as an excuse to strip me of my position. One afternoon, I happened to overhear a conversation between them. Wendy sounded hesitant as she asked, "Aren't you worried Elaine will never speak to you again if you do this?" My husband did not seem concerned in the slightest. "I'm only letting you have some fun for seven days," he said casually. "After that, I'll just tell her my memory came back. What's she going to do, hold a grudge against someone who was supposedly sick?" My footsteps slowed. I heard every word. However, instead of exposing his lie, I qui

"I won’t waste myself again." "Oh! About work," she said, remembering. "We have this tough client I haven’t been able to land. Maybe you’ll have better luck." "Who is it?" "A wealthy French investor. He’s passionate about art, but he's really picky. I’ve pitched to him so many times with no luck." "I can try," I offered. "What’s the worst that can happen?" "Exactly!" Nia grinned. "With your taste and eye for design, I’m sure you’ll win him over."