But Why Is The Rum Gone Novels & Stories

By the time the guards discovered them, their intertwined bodies had already started decomposing in the room. Just like that, the Thornroot pack was wiped out. … Jax and I were having our nightly storytime together when we heard about this. Neither of us was affected by the news, and Jax even ate a few more cookies than usual. After observing Noah, who was tidying up the place for us, Jax whispered, "Mommy, will I get a new daddy?" Chuckling, I nudged his nose and said, "No, my little pup. I don't need someone else to protect me anymore."

I screamed, even though no one could hear me, "Connor! You're breaking the law!" Jasmine's eyes were wide with shock. As the blood spilled from her, she hissed through gritted teeth, "You…you…are…a…monster!" Connor merely flashed his charming grin at her. It looked eerie and sinister. I watched as the life seeped out of Jasmine, and finally, with a sigh, she closed her eyes. … I followed Connor as he gatecrashed my funeral. My funeral was an intimate one, with only a handful of loved ones invited. My mother had sobbed so many times with my father's arms around her that, at one point, she passed out. Zoe kept the proceedings going, and I was grateful for that.

she said, straightening out her legs and sitting up straight. "But we had such a fabulous time, Cara," he taunted softly, "with you losing touch with all your inhibitions and me gaining the sweet benefits of it." "It didn’t taste like the rum I had that time." She frowned. "There is a light year's difference between carefully refined rum that is set down for decades before it is bottled and the kind of rum Martha makes," he informed her. "The first has the same fine quality as the best French cognac; the other is more like a witches’ brew—slow to work but lethal once it gets going."

"And you also didn't spend the night here too, because I did, alone." She shook her head dramatically. "Okay, guilty, but why are you dodging the question?" I hesitated, my fingers fiddling with the hem of my sleeve. “We talked.” “Define talked.” “Like… normal people talk.” “Uh-huh.” Gia set down her mug on my desk and crossed her arms. “Normal people who make each other vanish for forty-eight hours?” I winced. “Forty-eight?” “Don’t act surprised. Do you even remember what day it is?”

And he indeed was. He had been inhaling heroine and other drugs from time her disappearance had started taking troll over him. He couldn't deal with the stress. And thus, all he could do was drink and inhale until the painful memories of his time with her, would vanish away from his mind, leaving him nothing but hollow and numb. He didn't know where to find her anymore. All his resources had failed. There was no clue of her. It was as if she had disappeared in thin air. He couldn't get to meet with Evelyn and Chloe either. Apparently, the orders from that Brigadier were like stamp on paper. There was no repelling against his words.

Only a faint, sourceless ache remained in her chest, a shame without origin, a burden she would never be able to name or explain. Rumi’s knees weakened as consciousness slipped away. Moments later, both the stone and Rumi were gone from the auction house, as though neither had ever been there at all.

I was leaving anyway, so why should I bother learning how to dance? As I stared at the signed divorce paperwork, my eyes misted over. The unequal marriage had resulted in the end of our relationship.

He was the one who saved me from the orphanage and gave me a home. "Is Lorenzo back?" I asked, clutching the empty glass so tightly my knuckles turned white. Even though reason told me it was impossible, a foolish flicker of hope ignited in my heart. Maria avoided my gaze, her eyes fixed on the pattern of the carpet as she gently shook her head. "The Don is still busy." Of course. That flicker of hope was snuffed out, leaving not even ashes behind. Today was our second wedding anniversary, and my so-called husband was still nowhere to be found.

Fortunately, this time, it was me who no longer wanted to wait. On the way home, Griffin asked me, "Gisselle, why didn't Kyson come back with you?" I smiled and casually replied, "He had a sudden assignment, so he went back." "How long will he be gone this time?" he asked. "I don't know." Maybe a month. Maybe forever.

It was gone. The page was nowhere to be found.