Cherish After Losing Novel Novels & Stories

"Arabella, you... You lost your pup!" Lost my pup? Those words exploded in my head like thunder. "I lost my pup..." My body trembled uncontrollably, and tears poured down my face. Beryl tried to comfort me, saying with a heartbroken voice, "It was just over a month old, barely formed yet. Arabella, try to stay calm. You're still young. You can have more pups." I squeezed my eyes shut, sobbing as every inch of my body convulsed in pain. Just as I was beginning to calm down slightly, the hospital ward door was violently kicked open with a loud bang.

And what I hear, breaks my heart. The girl who is working the counter, her name is Carmen, which I now know is the ex girlfriend of Jace. Is tell her friend, Skyler, that her and Jace have worked everything out and that he finally dropped the “uptight American girl”. I feel a single tear slide down my cheek as I turn and walk out of the café, I’ve never felt more humiliated about anything in my life. As soon as I’m far enough away from the café I let the tears really fall, because he never actually loved me and he must have just wanted to cross “American girl” off a list of things he wanted to accomplish.

Lastly, I miss hanging out with my friends also. When the doctor said that I am discharging tomorrow, I smiled widely as if there’s no tomorrow. My friends always visiting me which makes me happy howsoever. But there is a person who didn’t visit me after the day he gave me fruits and the book. I know it’s Gio. I am sleeping the time he visited me but I can feel it’s him. I also listened to what he has said. He seems sorry and pitiful because of what happened to me. This is the second time I witnessed how sad he is. Besides, I am wondering why he left immediately? He didn’t wait for me to wake up. He just put the fruits and the book he gave. Speaking of the book, I have already read it. That

The day we moved into the run-down apartment, I started seeing comments floating in the air. They said my husband, Ethan Grant, was the male lead in a tragic romance novel. And I was his first wife, the one who died young. The woman he'd once loved deeply and could never get over. The comments told me what would happen after I died: Ethan would spend years unable to move on. His grief would last until a woman named Chloe appeared. She was gentle and cheerful, like a ray of sunshine breaking through the darkness in his life. Chloe would be the one to finally help Ethan move on from my death and find happiness again. I stared blankly at the words floating before my eyes. Maybe I should let him

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.

It is the ninth time I bring up marriage with Shane Yardley, my boyfriend, and he finally gives in. "You know I don't believe in marriage. Do you really need a marriage certificate just to have peace of mind? Haven't I treated you well enough over the years to prove my sincerity, Jasmine?" Shane is truly wonderful. He is gentle, caring, and wealthy. He has never once complained even though I can't bear him any children. Those around envy how lucky I am to have such a great partner. He seems ready to give me everything aside from a marriage certificate. Shane wraps his arms around me after noticing my silence and tries to sweet-talk me. "If it means that much to you, I'll go with you to re

My brother and I were twins. When his acceptance letter from Trinity University of Sports Science arrived, no one in our family could even smile. My mom pressed the letter to her chest, sobbing too hard to speak. On the balcony, my dad crouched with a cigarette in his mouth, his hands shaking too much to light it. Even my brother quietly tucked the train tickets for the graduation trip my childhood friend had planned into his pocket. None of them could bring themselves to offer their congratulations. I had been sick with kidney disease for eighteen years, and I wasn't even healthy enough to take the SATs while my brother was preparing for college. I glanced at the birthday cake on the

The black Bentley glided smoothly onto the private tarmac at London Heathrow. Rain was threading through the evening wind, smearing wet trails across the bulletproof glass. I pulled off the black silk scarf I'd used as cover, revealing a face still drained of color but composed, sharp-edged. The fragility, the despair of the operating table—all of it had been ground to powder by the London skyline scrolling past my window. The moment I signed the divorce agreement, Layla Jones had died.

"You actually love her. Don't you?" Sebastian thought about Mira's hesitation. About the pause before she said no, I don't regret it. About the way she had defended him to Ethan, in public, without hesitation. "Yes," he said quietly. "I do." Cassidy's expression shifted. The tears stopped. The vulnerability vanished. Something harder took its place, something almost familiar. "Then you're going to lose her," she said. "The same way you lost me, same way your father lost your mother. The Kesslers don't get to keep the people they love."

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.