Better Late Than Single Novels & Stories

"Whatever you think is happening right now, it isn't." Maeve's face was filled with disbelief. "Why? You all say you love me more, so why does that bitch always get what's best?" "Maeve!" Mom snapped, her tone harsher than Maeve had ever heard before. "Watch your mouth! She's your twin!" "She's not my twin! I wish she'd just die!" Maeve screamed. Dad cleared his throat and stood. "That's enough. Kira is upset and she'll come back. When she does, we'll handle it properly. Nobody is replacing anyone."

She asked, raking his body with her eyes. “Felt a little tired and nauseous, so here am I..” “Are you pregnant?” “What!” Matthew almost yelled out with widened eyes. A deep laugh resounded from Silver’s throat, her face full of smiles. "That’s good. Take care of yourself." She said and moved to stand up from the bed. "Congratulations on finally leaving the single team." Silver stopped in her tracks and turned back to look at Matthew, her lips stretching into a wide smile. "I could say the same to you, but I don't know your status and where you belong." She retorted.

"So what if I did? Jayden, it's time you faced reality. This isn't about revenge. I married Charles because I like him. In every single way, he's a better man than you." I paused deliberately, watching the disbelief spread across his face before delivering the final blow. "And besides, what makes you think I'd ever waste my marriage, my future, just to get revenge on a man who betrayed me?" Lunara stepped forward hurriedly, putting on her best teary-eyed, pitiful expression. "Ms. Sheridan, how could you slap Jayden like that?" she whimpered, her voice soft but perfectly calculated. "I know you're upset because he didn't marry you, but really, was it worth sacrificing yourself like this for p

Justin's tone softened into something more pleading, which was rare for him when speaking to Serena. Serena almost thought she was hallucinating. There was once upon a time when his tenderness was something she yearned for. But now… "It's too late." Serena's voice was distant. "Justin, everything you are saying now is too late." "What do you mean it's too late?" Justin asked. "Do you mean Candice? I'll give her some money to make her leave, and we can still go back to the way things were!" "Hah." Serena let out a cold laugh. "You haven't changed at all!"

“Look, I’m happy with most of the changes in the wedding party. It’s nice how few days have gone except for a few incidents. I think it’s rather enjoyable. Neil, what about you? Are you enjoying the lead up to your last moments as a single man?” “I’ll tell you; I can’t wait until it’s over. That, I won’t miss all of this.” Neil said. He referred to his single life and dealing with his parents as a single man. Nor would he miss dating women who saw him as a piggy bank and a living sex toy. “Oh, please, Neil nothing must change. In fact, it gets better because you can have the best of bother worlds.”

When I turned, I caught a glimpse of my reflection, split in two by the glass. It was in that moment that I finally understood: the sharpest blade was never betrayal, but gentleness.

Naturally, I couldn't take that kind of insult. Right in front of his mother, I texted Grayson that I was breaking up with him. Before I left, I looked at her and said calmly, "Mrs. Miller, I got into the top computer science program in the city based on my own ability. I don't think that's something a vase could do."

"Don't get angry at them. They're not worth it." "Jacob Ferrin? You can possibly be married to him, right?" Quinton got up from the ground. He still seemed in disbelief even though Jacob had already shown up. Jacob embraced me and said sarcastically, "Did you think she would wait for a two-timing scumbag like you to change your mind? I bet you found out that your lover wasn't half as good as you imagined and decided that you wanted to take Mabel back. I should let you suffer for that."

The upward inflection of the ending note carried that unique Sicilian pity— “See? That’s the poor thing who was mistakenly declared dead in the gang war and crawled back out of the gutter.” In this circle, Elena was the rose consecrated with holy water; I was the dried-up desert thorn. My existence was merely a family concession to the outside world: “Look, we didn’t neglect our own flesh and blood.” How utterly ironic. The departure day finally arrived. I booked a red-eye flight, taking off at 01:15 AM. I told no one.

I spoke slowly, letting each word settle between us. As I explained, her lips parted, then curved into a slow smile. “That would definitely work,” she said, letting out a soft chuckle. “But It would ruin my brother perfect image and I don't like that.” “It doesn’t matter,” I replied. “By the time it’s done, we’ll have what we want. Cassie and Cara will come back to me… and Jerald will be single.” Her expression changed at the word single. It was quick, almost like a shadow passing over her face, but I saw it. She looked down at the table for a second before forcing a faint smile.