Better Late Than Never Book Novels & Stories

They were already quarrelling and he doesn't want it to deteriorate into another phase of misunderstanding. He wished his drugs would start working already. He pulled the quilt over him and turned his back to Rosa. The latter saw how he laid on the bed and didn't say anything else. She got her night wear and changed into it. Last time he left the bedroom, she would leave also. She walked out and Lanre chuckled. Is she upset with him? He was also upset with her when she said no. " I never would have believed that my supposed twin brother was still alive and even close to me"Theresa Mo said as soon as they stepped into the Mansion.

“I don’t know. Maybe there’s something wrong with his car. We were planning to buy a new one anyway. You’re thinking too negatively again, Cheska.” “Well, if I had a maid that beautiful and sexy, I wouldn’t leave my fiancé alone with her.” “You’re so jealous. If you’re like that all the time, your husband will leave you.” “Whatever. I just don’t like sharing.” “Come on, do you really think Gabriel would fall for a maid? I know he’s a flirt, but he wouldn’t stoop that low. We’re here now. Babe! Wait a sec.” “What?” “Why did you pull over earlier? Anyway, here’s the resthouse I rented.”

Charles' smile disappeared, and he said in a low, stern voice, "Just because I caused this doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. No one else will want you now that you can't have kids. You're going to stay with me and behave." I pulled my hand away slowly, each move hurting so much that I had to catch my breath. "We're done talking about this. I won't blame you anymore." After Charles had gone, I called the secret agency. "Are you all set?" "We're all set." I spent a few days resting up in the hospital, and then it was time. I snuck out and got a cab back home. Everything went just as we planned. The cab crashed into a big tree and burst into flames, and it looked like the passenger did

I draped her pancakes with honey and dropped it on the table right in front of her, serving it with a glass of milk, after which I went back to the kitchen and had mine with a cup of hot chocolate. No one was at the hospital when I got there, and luckily for me, I brought a book along, so I sat right beside the bed and started reading the book. The book was “ My Father's Wish” by Bellaboy, a touching story of how a young man, Hunter, was set up by his late father's will to marry his middle school bully, Hazel, just so that he; Hunter, could claim his inheritance.

I mostly just needed something to do with my hands, something to occupy my mind so it wouldn’t keep replaying that strange moment in the kitchen from yesterday morning. I stood in front of the tall oak bookshelf, slowly sliding books back into their places. The pack’s library was enormous and beautiful, filled with old leather-bound volumes that probably cost more than my family’s entire house. Yet most of them looked untouched. Just like everything else in this place, expensive, perfect, and cold. I was so focused on arranging the books by height that I didn’t hear him enter the room. “Reina.” His deep voice cut through the quiet like a blade.

She was the one who had promised to order it for me. I waited over two hours, and all that anticipation amounted to nothing. Furthermore, she turned it around on me. I scrolled further back. "Babe, it's almost midnight. Valentine's Day is practically over. Where's the surprise you said you had for me?" "I forgot to change the shipping address. It went to Grant's. I'll make it up to you next time." I could not pinpoint exactly when it had started, but at some point, every exchange between Linnea and me had become exactly this.

"If we get that kind of money, we could finally buy the house in Asher's school district. And you could get that car you've been wanting." Chad smirked, cocking an eyebrow. "Be honest, Mom—was Natalie even your real daughter?" The words earned him a slap across the face. "She's your sister." Chad, unfazed, simply laughed. I glanced at the glowing red number hovering above his head: zero. His regret value had officially hit rock bottom. And Mom? She stood there smiling. I felt my stomach twist. One step back, then another, as the truth hit me like a freight train.

Our hearts were as calm as a lake after the ripples had settled, and we even felt a hint of melancholy. If not for Isabella and the Gentrys, our family might still have been whole and happy. In the end, these 15 years had still left Mom and me with lasting scars. "Mom," I said softly. "It's all in the past now." Mom looked at me and nodded emphatically. "Yes, it's all in the past now. Villains will always get their just desserts." Tessa smiled and chimed in, "That's right. Aunt Gloria, Adrian, you should use the recovered money to improve your living situation and take care of your health issues. You both still have long lives ahead of you."

I've never read any of them. It was only after he spoke that I realize he was behind me. I thought he was still sitting on the bed. I run my hands over the book, my eyes catching the titles, A fresh Start, For Mbatha and Rebecca, Agony in get voice, Felicia, The betrayal, for better for worse, Evbu my love... I pulled Evbu, my love out. It's actually my best pacesetter novel. I flipped through the pages and sniffed it.

Soon, the bar's owner hurried forward and said, "Sorry, everyone, but Mr. Quill has booked out the venue tonight. All drinks are now free, courtesy of Ms. Belinda Stone!" The crowd exploded again. "Mr. Quill? The legendary heir, who's rumored to be uninterested in women?" "That's the one. He and Mr. Fuller are equally notorious—one is Jeriton's richest man, and the other is the king of Weston." "Isn't he supposed to be like a monk? Why's he getting involved in our worldly affairs now?" "Looks like the fake heiress is about to soar into the heavens. If she manages to marry Mr. Quill, even the true heiress will have to keep her head down around her."