Ben 10 Goodbye And Good Riddance Novels & Stories

“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.

Tessa cried, pleading. “Don’t you dare lay your filthy hands on me!!” Diane glared at her, wiping away her clothes as though they were stains on it. Adam did as he was told. He went into what used to be Tessa’s luxurious car, took out her handbag and phone and literally threw it on the screen, her phone falling harshly on the ground. “Don’t you ever come near me, my son or the pack. You’re banished, you hear me?” Diane barked as she pushed her away.

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."

… I went to the public phone booth and dialled the familiar number once again, expecting no one to pick up like before. But to my surprise, before I could even say anything, a voice—both strange yet familiar—came through. The voice said, "Hello, this is Joseph Coleman. How can I help you?" It turned out that Joseph wasn't dead at all.

“After this, no more delays. Tonight. Private ceremony. Just us. Then I’m knotting you until you can’t walk.” Tears slipped down my cheeks—happy, relieved, free. “Yes. A thousand goodbyes to everything before. Hello to you.” He kissed them away. “A thousand goodbyes.” We stayed locked on the table, hearts hammering in sync, while the city hummed outside and the bond sang its final, unbreakable note. I was Alisa Moretti. I was Kael Draven’s mate. And I had never been more free.