Better Late Than Single Novels & Stories

“But you owe me!” “And try to go on dates, you look like you could use some dick.” “Queen!” “I’m being honest, B, you are too pretty to let it waste on waiting for Aiden to come around, one advice, Aiden won’t change.” “I thought you two were dating.” I lifted a brow to her. “Like I said before, it was a strict just sex rule, besides, we ended it when you came around.” Her face changed back to being serious. “But I’m serious Ryan, you’re way too pretty to let your beauty waste.”

- Insulting Blade is my favourite pastime. You aren't bad until you can out sprint boys in a foot chase. - I should reconsider going to the Olympics. You aren't bad until your initials spell out something- mine spells SIN You aren't bad until no matter what, you always have a backup plan. My backup plans run from A-Z. You aren't bad until you have a theme song. - I like to think of mine as Michael Jackson's BAD. You aren't bad until you have watched The Titanic without crying. - my tears have all been dried up.

His eyes were sunken. He looked at me and moved his lips slightly. "Naomi, could you give me one more chance?" I shook my head. "Timothy. Live your life, and don't come looking for me again." Tears trickled down his cheeks, one drop after another. I didn't say anything else. I turned around and walked away. Several months later, I received a text message. The number was unfamiliar. There was only one sentence. [Naomi, I'm sorry. I can't repay what I owe you in this lifetime. Maybe in the next one.]

I ordered and checked my phone for any messages but there wasn't none which made me sigh. "Have you seen those memes when two people break up and the man starts missing the girl when she's over?" she asked which made me nod. "Don't worry they'll beg for your ass back after next week." she said which made me laugh. "Yeah." I whispered as I turned the radio on. "This is my song!" she screamed when Rihanna's Wild thoughts song came up as I started laughing.

Though I was making that promise at sixty, I felt it wasn't too late. It can never be too late. Better late than never, righty? **** A/N : Yes! So what do you think, guys?

Both parties will be considered but boundaries can be tested. 9.3- Party A will bear at least 2 children, heirs for party B. The list kept going on and on about and it truly began to dawn on me. “Have you considered that I might not even be sexually attracted to you, you're like fifty, way older than I am.” Mr creditor threw his head back and laughed. His laugh was a deep velvety one that had Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. “ Sweetheart, that's not what you said last night and being older should make me a better lover."

"Mr. Laurent has carried a torch for you these past five years! Despite how sweet and loving Bella is, you're the one he's pined for! Your picture still sits on his desk!" He stooped to gather the torn pieces, his actions fueled by anger. "You're nothing but a homewrecker! You've shattered what Mr. Laurent and the sweet Bella have built over five years!" Mark rose to his full height, his eyes burning with blame as he fixed them on me. "Do you really think you're all that? You're nothing but a fake! A selfish person who ditched true love!" I slammed the door shut, tuning out his bitter words. Later that afternoon, "Atelier Valeriano" popped into my head.

She smiled and told her that she would want to discuss an issue with her. Rita sat up and drew closer to her mother. She had resumed back to her work and had returned to her usual self. "How has your work been?" Monica began. Rita said everything went smoothly and no challenge whatsoever. " I am glad you have gradually overcome the unpleasant events of the past and leaving the memory to where it should belong, the past. But baby, you can't remain like this. You are a young woman and deserves to be in love. You need to have a soulmate and a companion who cherishes you.

] [I opened my mouth but said nothing. [December 18, 2024. I bought gifts for everyone and still have a bit left, so I treated myself to a mango. Working is hard. I'd eat half today and finish the other half tomorrow. Hope they like the gifts I prepared. I'm so happy and content today.] Laura slapped Betty hard across the face. "How could you be so cruel? As a kid, you lost her, making her suffer 16 years of hell. You ruined her life. When she finally came back, you treated her like this?"

"Mr. Norwood! Are you officially divorced? Can we start pursuing you now?" "Mr. Norwood! I've liked you for so long. Marry me!" "Back off! Mr. Norwood is mine!" "Stop shoving! You're crushing me! Ugh, you think someone like you can compete with me for Mr. Norwood?" "Mr. Norwood!" Screams and insults blended into a deafening wave of chaos. These girls had completely lost their minds when they heard that Evan was now officially single, rushing headlong toward what they believed was love.