Bid You Adieu Novels & Stories

“ There isn’t much to tell, though. We spoke briefly and he kissed my hand, then held it and before he left he whispered that he was looking forward to seeing me again.” Adia stands up “That is better than nothing! Sounds like he is into you.” she saunters out of my room but before closing the door she turns to give me a bright smile. I pick up my pen and poetry notebook. “Floating on a pink cloud…”

I said " sorry Mr. Roy but I can't help you. After all she is dead and I can't make a dead person bad.. " she said and I know she is in her verge to crying After saying this she was leaving me alone when my question stop her in her tracks.. " but Shorvari how do you know that Aadhya is dead? I never said she is dead? I said she is not here.. "I said with a smirk " Mr. Roy I'm not a fool to not understand it. And I'm inviting you in my marriage.. After 2 weeks I will send you the card.." she said and left

Adrian stood before me, his eyes reflecting the pain he felt. "I'll miss you, Alessia," he whispered, his voice filled with longing. "But I want you to find happiness. Don't let guilt weigh you down." Tears streamed down my face as I hugged him tightly, imprinting his warmth and love into my memory. "Thank you, Adrian, for everything. You've shown me the beauty of selflessness, and I'll carry that with me always."

Without thinking, I called out, "Carl, I feel awful." But the room was dead quiet. That was when it hit me—today was the day Carl and Wendy were supposed to hook up. Wendy had posted a bunch of updates on Instagram—probably to make sure I saw them. Carl's face was hidden in the pictures, but their hands were intertwined. The caption read, "I finally found my destiny." Destiny? I sneered and commented, "Destined to be a homewrecker?" Not long after, I saw she had deleted my comment.

Hearing her name spoken, the girl raised her head. "It's getting late. We should get some rest." Adrian stood up from his chair. But before he walked away, he paused to emphasize one last thing. "You don't need to feel burdened by this. I am the one attracted to you. So... just act as you usually do. I won't bother you. Erm... good night," he said, finishing nervously. The youngest Bimantara gave a clumsy smile before leaving the kitchen, leaving the girl sitting quietly in her seat. **

Any body who goes against this law, knows where he/she will belong" Adrian said again After a few more words, Adrian rose up from his throne and left along the Billie and the baby "That was the smartest statement I've ever heard you speak" Billie said and Adrian chuckled then the baby from her arms "This was more with experience.." Adrian said kissing her lips "You've kissed me uncountable times today" Billie said teasingly "And I'll do that again everyday. I can't seem to have enough of you..and don't think I'll ever have" Adrian said and his mom came forward

Her voice came out with effort, her throat clogged as if stuffed with damp, rotting cloth, nauseating and suffocating. "But the paperwork takes time," the staff member said hesitantly. "If someone bids one million during that time, then—" "Go. Now." Adriana braced herself against the chair and stood up as the auctioneer's voice floated over. "Due to unforeseen circumstances, if anyone is willing to bid one million—and no further bids are placed—the 'Heart of the Rose' will be sold." "One million!" Joan raised her paddle high, her voice loud and decisive. Adriana halted mid-step, one hand gripping the back of a chair, her face drained of all color.

"Don't go, okay? I can't live without you. If you really want to get married, we'll go tomorrow. I promise that no matter what happens, I won't leave this time, alright?" His voice was full of cautious pleading as he watched my expression for any sign of hope. It was the same way I used to look at him—like a stray dog on the side of the road, begging for a glance. I pulled my hand away without hesitation, my movement cold and distant. "I don't love you anymore. Eight years is a long time; it's more than enough to kill every bit of love I had for you. It's over." I tried to say it with as much dignity as I could. But Rolf only cried harder.

"It's obvious that she hates you, Zalde." "And I hate her too. So the feeling is mutual." I stand up and finish the remaining wine I had. "I want you to bid and don't use my name. I don't care about the numbers. Make sure no one can get it except me, or you will become a lump of dead meat if you fail." I looked at him seriously, and the smile on his face faded. "Damn, it's bloody expensive to buy a wife nowadays," he shrugged his shoulder and gave me a thumbs up.

I said, my voice deliberately sarcastic. She lifted an eyebrow. "Oh, come on, Adrian. We both know you want it. Plus," she leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear, "remember the decision about which bidder gets that new machine isn't finalized yet. Who knows, you might just convince me this time?"