Colleen Hoover Books In Order: It Ends With Us Novels & Stories

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"Is this supposed to be my rap sheet?" Dexter Carrington asked, barely glancing at the diary before setting it down. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. "Come on, Ivy, knock it off. Brianna and I just finished a huge project. I'm dead on my feet, and I really don't have the energy to deal with this right now." He didn't have the energy? I looked down. The phone in his hand was still lit up, open to a conversation with Brianna Holt.

Declan stood there, holding a bouquet of red roses. Yet, his face showed not the faintest trace of guilt. After a pause, he said, "Scarlett, these are for you. Your favorite red roses." I took the flowers from him and brought them to my nose. I used to love the scent, but it made my stomach turn instead. Declan stared at me. After a long silence, he finally spoke. "Scarlett, Beatrice… has stomach cancer. The doctors say she doesn't have much time left. Her dying wish is to marry me. So…"

But the next day, he was found dead in his living room. He had finally given up. He left behind a letter and ended his life with the same dangerous combination that nearly killed me—cephalexin and alcohol. When I returned home, the police gave me the envelope. Inside it was a brief note filled with apologies and well wishes. "I'm sorry, Grace. I was wrong. I hope you find happiness. Congratulations on your marriage. If there's a next life, I hope I'll be the one to chase after you." But if there was indeed a next life, I never wanted to meet him again.

However, she paid no heed to her injury and sauntered along with composure. It was around eleven at night by the time she got back to the villa. She headed upstairs, changed out of her dress, and took a suitcase she had packed earlier from the closet. As Willow made her way to the living room, the housekeeper emerged and asked with concern, “It’s late, Ms. Croyton. Where are you going?” Willow grinned. “Thank you for everything for the past three years, Hailey. Goodbye.” The clock on the wall let out a hum when it struck twelve. It was over; everything was over.

Samuel: Are you ready? Jennifer sent a picture. This time, she was in a nurse's uniform. Of course, not the proper kind—what should be exposed was, and what shouldn't was also exposed. Samuel: I'll make sure you scream tonight. Isabella turned off the tablet and began gathering her things. Her clothes, her purse, her shoes—everything Samuel had ever given her over the years. Then, she went into the closet and continued pulling things out. Her hand paused for a moment when she touched a metal box.

" Addison's tone was sincere as she recalled their sweet moments together. She had wished countless times for this outcome. The first time she saw Henley, she was attracted to him. She had told herself then that she must have him, so she kept pushing his limits, using her young body as her bargaining chip. As expected, she had gotten what she wanted. Then she kept provoking Joanna, just so Joanna would back off and she could replace her. Now that Joanna was dead, her plan was halfway there. In a way, it was actually worth celebrating—as long as Henley gave his word. Once he wavered, she was confident she could win him over. Henley rose to his feet and slowly walked toward her, asking, "You w

“Then today is a good start. She glanced at the book in his hands. “Are you actually reading, or are you just holding it for dramatic effect?” Atlas flipped the book closed, revealing the title. The Art of Letting Go. Lily snorted. “Did you pick that on purpose?” “Fate,” Atlas said with a grin. Lily shook her head, but she couldn’t deny the irony. Maybe it was fate. Maybe she was meant to be here, right now, learning how to let go. A comfortable silence settled between them as she sipped her coffee. She wasn’t sure how long they sat there, lost in the quiet, but for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t in a rush to be anywhere else.

The doctors had no better option, so they agreed to let me sign. As I lay on the operating table and the anesthesia entered my body, one tear slipped from the corner of my eye. Ines Sutherland, this is the last tear I will ever shed for you. From now on, we go our separate ways. We have nothing to do with each other. Three days later, once my body recovered a little, I checked myself out of the hospital. Then I called a courier and had the hospitalization record and divorce agreement delivered to Ines. After that, I took a cab straight to Brookhaven Airport and bought a ticket back to Harbor City.

"But that's sudden. We just got into a partnership. You're just going to throw it away?" I pulled her fingers off me and stepped away. "It's in its final phase. My partner can handle the rest. I have another project to handle." My stepping away hurt her heart. She stared at me, dazed. Lauren extended her trembling hand, and it hung in midair. Her instincts told her I was not coming back, but she asked, "When are you coming home?" I shook my head and put on a smile. "Never." Sorrow crept onto her face. She stared at me in disbelief. She kept trying to grab me, but I kept moving back, so she stopped. Like an abandoned puppy, she did not have the courage to move forward to someone who had just