All For Naught Novels & Stories

With a huge dining table and numerous chairs. Looking at the food on the table, I realized how hungry I actually was. "Non facile." He muttered under his breath. I looked back at him, narrowing my eyes. "What did you just say?" Instead of looking back at me, he pulled out a chair. "Sit. Unless you want me to do that for you." I didn't ponder on that. Instead, I sat down. "You can eat anything you want." "I don't–" "There are no pomegranates here, Ava. And if I remember, it was the pomegranate seeds that trapped Persephone in the Underworld." He interrupted. "So no, I'm not trying to trap you here."

Kylie heard from Millie, the office gossip, that the daycare Peter had his son in was so expensive. The fourth group was the drama group. Mary was their leader. They sat in a corner speaking in Shakespearean English. They thought they were in a movie theater. It made everyone even more angry. The last group was the comforters group. They acted as if they had no problems with the merge at all. Janelle was in this group. She kept on reassuring Kylie that it was going to be okay. She acted like Kim didn't have needs. Like she could afford it. Kylie sighed.

he shrugs "You're unbelievable" "Why thank you" "It wasn't a compliment" I frown walking to my closet to pick out another set of clothes" "Why is my closet locked Killian?" "Oh yeah I've got the key to that too, oops " he shrugs "Why do you have a key to everything, and why are all my closets locked?" "Because you're the worst person in the world, and I needed the key to lock away everything you love and cherish" "What do you want?, I just want my peace it's Sunday for flip sakes" I flop to the bed almost crying as my voice cracks with my last sentence

"As long as I can live with you, I can accept anything." Stellan hugged her tightly, excitement surging through him. "Amelia, you're right. I'll go get Ivy right now." As she watched his eager figure leave, the gentle smile on Amelia's face slowly turned cold. "Stellan, it's been four years, and there's still no place for me in your heart. Why? If you won't give me love, then give me all the family assets instead." … I didn't let Beckett go after the Graves family. The rise and fall of a company never affected just one household—it dragged countless livelihoods down with it.

“This isn’t heaven. This isn’t hell. You’re in between — where the unremarkable, the wasted, and the undeserving come to prove themselves.” Its gaze swept over all of us like a spotlight, freezing me in place. “You begged for second chances,” it continued. “You cried about regrets. You wished for do-overs. So here we are! Your wish granted. All you have to do…” It paused, that grin never faltering. “…is win.”

* Zeina * The palace loomed like a monument to everything I had lost. Its obsidian spires scraped the bruised sky, draped in the ghost-light of a reluctant dawn. The wind carried the scent of scorched stone and frostbitten roses. I rode my black BMW through the charred gates alone, no banners raised, no trumpets sounding. The iron portcullis lifted without fanfare, the guards bowed low, but none dared speak. My silence had become its own command, a mantle heavier than any crown.

I took a deep breath, the air filled with the scent of coffee and freedom. "I was thinking that I used to believe love was everything in life." I squeezed Leo's hand, looking at the light glinting off my ring. "But the truth is, nothing waits for you forever. Especially a love that you strangled with your own hands." Luckily, when one door to darkness closes, life often opens a window to the light. "Let's go, Leo. We're going to be late." "Late for what?" "For embracing our future."

Except everything we've been through. Except everything we're becoming. Except everything we have. Except everything we deserve. Except everything we're going to be.

The crib was empty, and everything was gone. Even our wedding portrait had been taken down. The room held nothing of mine except the faint trace of my scent still lingering on the pillow. Every sign that I had ever existed in this house had been erased. I had been desperate enough to wipe away every last trace, to leave him with nothing to hold onto. Jasper slid down the side of the bed and crumpled onto the floor, clutching the pillow to his chest. His shoulders shook violently, and a single hot tear rolled down his face.

Not going to sleep next to her. No forehead kisses. No hugs from behind. No laugh filling me. No breathtaking smiles. No grey’s nights. No silly routines. No colour coded g****e calendars. I just lost everything. I want it all back but I don’t even know if I deserve it after watching her walk away and doing nothing. I’m nothing but a coward after that. I text Em another “Sorry” nothing else. She doesn’t respond and I don’t blame her. She’s not giving up. She’ll fight and give me all the space I need.