Ben 10 Goodbye And Good Riddance Novels & Stories

Every inch of the screen was soaked in color and sound that turned my stomach inside out, leaving nothing but raw disgust. Only when the first gray light of dawn crept in did Claire finally end the call reluctantly.

As a reward. A reward for the latest lesson my son and I had learned. However, my son and I had left now. Without warning. Without looking back. Henry covered his face and collapsed onto the ground, feeling utterly out of control. The phone rang again. Henry sat up suddenly and grabbed his phone. “Serena, you…” “Henry?” Evelyn's voice came through the phone. Henry’s face darkened. There was no warmth left in his voice. “Yes?”

“I… failed you… I meant to protect you for life, but instead… I dragged you into this mess…” My eyes stung. “It wasn’t your fault. I chose this road myself.” “Isabella… if there’s a next life… don’t ever walk through the doors of the Moretti family.” I nodded. His lips trembled one last time. He tried to speak, but no words came. Then came the long, flat tone of the monitor— a single piercing sound that sliced through the silence. He was gone. Renato Moretti—the true king of a fallen empire—was gone.

Eleanor watched the closed door, reached up, pulled the necklace off, and tossed it into the trash as casually as if she were throwing away an ordinary piece of rubbish. "What a shame, Harrison. If you'd said all this in my last life, I might've been moved. But now, I don't want your 'one and only' anymore."

Done. I still couldn’t make myself say the words. “I wanted you to know, just in case we never see each other again.” Ben seemed surprised by my words. He stared at me speechless for a beat or two. Then, however, he collected himself and replied, “I wish you a good life, Aria. Wherever you go. Whatever you do. I wish you happiness.” “Thank you,” I told him. He nodded. “Goodbye.” “Goodbye,” I said.

After a secret engagement with Black Wesley, the young alpha of the black moon pack, Tessa discovers that the man she loves is getting married to his childhood sweetheart, Elsa. Unable to accept the truth especially after finding out that she’s pregnant with his child, Tessa desperately tries to speak to him, hoping he would choose her. Instead, she is publicly humiliated, rejected, and banished from the pack, leaving her homeless and broken. Five years later, their paths cross again. Only this time, Tessa has become someone he no longer recognizes. And by her side is a five year old daughter who looks just like him.

Let's end this. ***

After I read her texts, I replied to the hospital staff, "I'm sorry. I'm afraid you have the wrong number." I didn't bother going to the hospital. However, I did notify Pauline about Caleb's accident. Caleb was discharged from the hospital three months later. He had lost a great deal of weight and looked as though a breeze was enough to bowl him over. He looked nothing like the successful and driven individual he used to be. He said, "Ophelia, I'm sorry. I agree to the divorce." I shot a look at the hand hanging at his side, aware that he had lost all sensation in that arm. Nevertheless, I felt nothing as I answered calmly, "Good."

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

she said, but she allowed him to guide her back into the chair. Julian looked at Arthur, then at Claire. "I’m leaving the waiver on the table. The courier will be at my office at eleven-thirty tomorrow morning to collect the final documents for the Zurich flight. If the paper isn't signed and in my hands by ten, I’m calling Dr. Keller to release the slot." "Julian—" Arthur started. "Don't, Arthur," Julian interrupted, his voice firm as he walked toward the foyer. "She knows the parameters. You know the parameters. Arguing about it tonight isn't going to change the science. Let her sleep on it."