Come Away With Me Novel Novels & Stories

As we close this chapter together, I hope it leaves you with as much joy, hope, and warmth as you’ve brought to me. But this isn’t goodbye—just the end of one story. I’m thrilled to announce that a new journey awaits us soon! My upcoming novel *The Wife You Left* is on the horizon, and I can't wait for you to dive into this next story, filled with love, loss, and unforgettable characters. Prepare to be captivated once again. Until then, thank you for being a part of this beautiful adventure. I carry your kindness and loyalty with me, always. With all my love and gratitude,

“Fine. But I’ll need your help. The library’s full. I don’t even know what I’ve read and what I haven’t.” I chuckled. “I have one here I finished a few days ago. Want it?” “Yeah, sure,” he said. “But I’m too lazy to come get it. Can you bring it? Or send someone?” Lazy. Typical Nolan. “Alright. I’ll come with the driver.” “See ya.” I changed quickly into something casual. A tank top, soft shirt thrown over, and jeans. I grabbed the novel, tossed it in my small bag, and headed outside. The air felt warm, my thoughts a little all over the place.

“Of course. I don’t have Jennifer anymore. I…” I wanted to say that I had no one left, but I did not. It would sound too sentimental, and it would make him misunderstand. I could not afford to draw him back in with false hopes after I had finally pushed him away. He replenished my supplies and watched me leave. This time, I returned to my hometown. I had some things to deal with, like medical insurance and pension. Jennifer had asked me to live a good life and see all the sights she had not managed to see.

What happened to me? In an instant, Rowena pushed me out of her mind. She hurried over, carefully helping him sit up and gently feeding him the oatmeal. By the time she thought of me again, the hospital room was already empty. I had long since returned to my own room and begun packing my luggage. When the maid saw me, she sighed and shook her head, clearly hoping I would stay. As I packed, I said softly, "It's fine. Please tell Ms. Atkinson she doesn't owe me anything. I owe her far too much."

I need to save myself. He walks away from the room. At least he didn't hurt me this time. I try my best to get off the bed. I manage, I look around and find a really huge sweater, I pick it up. I have no belongings to myself, I only have my books. I would leave all the books but my drawing book, I will never leave it behind. So, no matter what, I have to go to my room, the attic of course, to pick it up. Today I will leave this pack and go where my legs will take me. I walk slowly holding the walls for support, I pray that no one comes to find me walking in these corridors. I don't want my plans to be ruined.

A dark look passed over my face as I said, "Don't bring up our previous life with me when you know damn well what you did then. Now that you're reborn, we should go our separate ways. "I won't stop you from finding your true love, so stop using the investment as an excuse to bother me." Jeannie argued, "No, you don't understand. That day, when you stood before my tombstone—" Her face blanched, but before she could continue, I had security take her away. … After sorting out everything, I got on a flight bound for abroad the next day. The trip was for a project assessment, but that was a mere cover. I was actually leaving for vacation.

Without hesitation, I composed a message and sent it to him: "Thanks to you, I finally broke up with Alfred. Since I’m single again, will you come to meet me tonight?" As I anxiously awaited his response, every second felt like an eternity. Then, ten minutes later, his reply came: "Sure. Tonight at 8 o'clock, Come to Hilton Hotel, room 88." His swift acceptance brought a glimmer of hope to my heart, a beacon of light in my darkest hour. As I stood outside Room 88 of the Hilton Hotel, card in hand, I took a deep breath before swiping open the door. Before I could even flick on the lights, a sudden force pinned me against the wall from behind, and something covered my eyes.

“See you later, friend.” With that she was gone. Leaving me alone with my earlier abandoned mess. I couldn't even find it in me to argue with Calloway. Yes, he won, I was molesting him. I dared not look at his face as I packed all the books between us, stuffed them inmy bag along with the doughnuts and I was on my way to escape my shame. Without looking back

I walked past him toward the washroom. He followed two steps behind. "Quinn." He said my name, with something close to begging in it. "Come back to New York with me. I'll get Claire the best care money can buy." I stopped and turned. "Back to do what." I looked at his bloodshot eyes. "Back so you can confirm I was the woman that night and decide what to do with me? Or back to deflect Camille while you marry her?" His face went white. "There is no Camille."

Madelia’s eyes grew wide. His lips missed contact with hers, heading for her ear. His fiery breath poured over her ear as he whispered, “Stay away from me.” Those words, so calm, yet threatening, sent cold chills traveling down the length of her spine, causing her entire body to shiver. He released the ball into her possession and walked away.