Cherish After Losing Novel Novels & Stories

Arielle let out a nervous laugh. "Oh, so we're inside your novel?" Ivana bit her lips as she tried to stifle her laugh. "Hmm," Arielle nodded. "Okay, stop it, I can't anymore, this is too much," She laughed clutching her stomach. "Aww, you don't need to come up with such jokes to cheer me up," She patted her back, "But thanks anyway, I don't remember when was the last time I laughed like this, I feel better, thank you, my dear Elle," She hugged her, "Forget it then, let's talk when you're sober enough, let's tuck you into bed," Arielle sighed as she patted Ivana's back, Ivana lied on the bed as Arielle covered her with the blanket, Arielle heard Ivana laugh again, "Inside a novel? Lol!" She

Kaitlyn cocked her head and sneered, “How do you feel seeing Aaron only treating me well? In the past, you took away all of my father’s love, now I’m taking Aaron’s love away. It’s very fair.” “I have money and status, and I’m Aaron’s wife, so our child won’t be illegitimate. It’s not too bad.” The statement hurt Kaitlyn. Her expression darkened. She slowly walked toward me. I sneered, “Why? Are you going to hit me here?” I did not expect Kaitlyn to grab my hand and fall backward. She slammed herself into the glass coffee table. With a loud bang, the glass shattered into a million pieces. Kaitlyn was lying in a pool of her own blood.

And someone powerful had chosen to bury that name. A tremor moved through me, but it wasn’t the collapse I once would have felt. Grief, yes—the kind that chokes your throat and stings your eyes. Rage, certainly—a deep burn that no amount of tears could cool. But beneath both emotions was something sharper: resolve. I would not be erased again. The door clicked open behind me, snapping me out of the spiral. I shoved the letter onto the table just as Mia’s cheerful voice filled the space. “Smells like you finally lit my candle. About time,” she teased, slipping off her shoes. “Rough day?”

Maria’s eyes softened and uttered, “You don’t have to—” “I do,” I interrupted. “You saved my life. Let me return it by changing theirs.” I replied. Carter nodded smiling.I settled back down on the bed, the warmth of their kindness sinking into my bones. I’d lost everything… again.But I hadn’t lost my fire.And now? With my enemies thinking I was ash? Now I get to chose what version of Lovia rises from the ashes and it definitely won't be this version anymore.

With a sigh, she finally spoke. Cherry hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching mine for reassurance. I offered her a gentle smile, hoping to convey the understanding and support she needed in that vulnerable moment. Finally, with a sigh, she began to share her deeply personal story. "I lost my husband," Cherry started, her voice filled with a mixture of sorrow and longing. "We had a love that felt like it could conquer anything, but fate had other plans. A year ago, he was taken from me in a tragic accident, leaving me shattered and lost."

Because the thought of going out with him on a real date actually made me feel like something was wrong… like I was cheating. That evening at the bookshop, I worked on my novel while Chaise and Denise raided the shelves for a book they could read. For the first time in many months, I felt relaxed, and happy. For the first time since Hunter left, I didn’t feel alone. I could smile for real. Even the constant bickering of Denise and Chaise made me laugh genuinely.

I booked the next flight out and went to whatever city it happened to be heading to. The whole circus was finally over. I found a quiet place with beautiful scenery and settled down. Then I buried my sister just behind where I lived. It felt so good not to have to be on guard against people every waking moment. When I had nothing to do, I'd sit out by her grave. Just like the days when she was still beside me. "Claire, do you like the spot I picked for you?"

Rosalind laughed, covering her face. "Yes, I'm a bitch. But Adrian, you're no saint either. You destroyed your own happiness. How's that my problem?" After that day, she vanished. My friends in Aleria told me that whenever they passed by the Johnson residence, screams of a woman could sometimes be heard from inside. Adrian's company, which was about to go public, collapsed. His business partners abandoned him, and the Johnson family's empire stalled completely.

she asked softly. Alexei felt a sharp ache in his chest, but he forced a reassuring smile and shook his head. “No.” He turned and began walking away toward the campus gates. As his back turned, a sudden, sharp pang struck Novel’s chest. Her breathing hitched, and unbidden tears began welling in her eyes. For the past year, she had lived with a strange, hollow feeling, like a vital piece of her soul was missing. And staring at this stranger’s retreating back made her heart ache uncontrollably.

He seemed to have written on it, erased it, and rewritten it again. [Lila, I converted the warehouse in Brucklin District into a cherry tree garden. I've also installed your favorite swing. Dr. Hopkins told me that you were recovering soon. I'm happy to hear that. I'm sorry for all the things I've done to you in the past. I was terribly wrong. I'm not writing to ask for your forgiveness. I only hope that you remember the version of me when I was young and willing to climb the cherry tree to pluck you cherries.]