Novel & Cerita Better Late Than Single

The air was thick and stale, as if the walls themselves had forgotten the warmth of human presence. Caleb glanced around, his eyes settling on the thin layer of dust blanketing the furniture, the once-vibrant space now hollow and abandoned. For the first time, it seemed, he realized just how long it had been since I last set foot here. With a shuddering sigh, he sank onto the couch, his head dropping into his hands. After a long moment, he pulled out his phone and typed a message, his thumb hovering over the send button. "Grace, you win this time. Just come back. I promise I’ll let everything go. Just... come back."

“I let you have your way in everything, but not this. You’re my baby boy. I never even scolded you growing up, and they dare to lay hands on you? I swear, I’ll make them pay!” I deliberately put on a stern expression. “If you go after them now, you’re just giving them a quick death. But you know me, Mom, I prefer slow, drawn-out punishment. Selena went from being a powerful CEO worshipped by everyone to a nobody hated by all. That kind of drastic fall from grace is going to tear her apart inside. “And soon enough, she’ll start blaming Leo for everything. Watching the two of them turn on each other and rip each other to pieces… Isn’t that far more satisfying?”

Timothy Yeager is the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force of Efral. He has billions of dollars in inheritance and countless subordinates! On this day, he returns to civilization with the marriage contracts his mentor has set for him so he can keep his promise and protect his fiancées. However, as soon as he gets home, most of his fiancées call off their engagements to him. "Do you think you're worthy of marrying someone from the Barton family when you're so useless?" "How can the daughter of the Lynde family marry a peasant like you? It's a humiliation to her!" "Today, we're gathered here to annul the marriage contracts with a loser like you!" "You're dreaming if you thi

Routine was a funny thing. It could stitch your life back together so neatly that you'd almost forget where it had once torn apart. Almost. Six months later, I had fallen back to the way life used to be before I made a bad decision that had me running back to my therapist. Work. Kitchen. Bed. Repeat. Loneliness still came knocking every now and then, but these days I knew better than to answer. Besides… One reckless night with a stranger had been enough excitement to last me a lifetime.

“After the C-section and the cancer treatment, the anesthesia left some side effects. Standing too long or sleeping on a soft bed hurts my lower back. But I’ll be fine.” Leonardo pressed his lips together before saying to Davide, “Change the mattress in the guest room.” “Mr. Marchesi,” Davide said, “all the guest room mattresses are the same model.” “It’s okay, Leonardo,” Lorenza said quickly. “I can handle it. Yesterday, I saw that the mattress in the master bedroom is the one we used to love. I’ll just buy the same one tomorrow.” The mattress had indeed been her favorite. Leonardo fell silent, then said,

It was always a regret of mine that I never completed my studies, so I applied to university again. While I was waiting for my results, I took a solo holiday to be by myself. Whenever I looked at the vast sea in front of me, I would be reminded of the child I lost. I had always wanted a baby that belonged to Stefan and me since we got married. Unfortunately, that baby came at the wrong time and missed its opportunity to be with us when we were most in love.

My eyebrows flew upwards as I straightened, not even bothering to fix the jeans riding low on my hips. “So one minute I'm gay for not showing my interest in you and the next minute I'm a fuck boy for showing my interest in you?” “You know what I mean…” “That's the thing,” I interrupted. “I don't know what you mean.” “You're sleeping with other women?” Anyta muttered. “Yes, because I am single and…” “Good, then stay single!” I exhaled a deep breath, pinching the bridge of my nose as a deep confusion swirled inside me.

"Tammy, don't forget what he did to you. And don't forget, you're still married." "Not for much longer," I said. "And in my heart, my marriage ended the day James chose Isla over our baby. I'm single, Poppy." I took a breath. "And it doesn't matter anyway. I won't be going on any dates with Leo. Not today. Not ever. I'm done with him. Just like I'll be done with James soon." "I'm glad things are working out," Poppy said. "But Tammy, be careful. Don't put all your faith in someone so inexperienced. Finn means well, but James will have lawyers who will tear him apart."

Her friend bidding farewell to singlehood made her feel like the only single lady left behind because both of them had enjoyed their single lives together. So, she now contemplated the possibility of going to Paris on Friday evening to return to London the next day with the first flight early enough for the rescheduled Saturday 11 am meeting. She suddenly decided to be more flexible with guys now that she’s the only single lady around so she wouldn’t have to wait till an old age before she accepts a guy all because she’s waiting for Mr. Right.

Finally, Stella stirred, her eyes narrowing as she glared at Tiana and croaked, "Y-You evil witch! Don't you dare insult my mom—she's the best mom in the world!" Tiana sneered and kicked her again, "So what? She's already dead. Everything in the Lorne family belongs to my son." Her kick sent Stella flying into the wall, blood spilling from her mouth. Just then, Andrew's voice rang out from behind—low and tinged with anger. "Tiana, what are you doing?"