Come What May Novels & Stories

Maya explained as she sat on one of the chairs. " I must be busy with something, " He replied as an awkward silence filled the room; Maya did not know what to say and Max did not know what to ask. " I must get going, " Maya said before she stood up. She was about to get the door when Uncle Max called her again; " Yes, Uncle? " She replied. " There's a small ceremony at the cemetery tomorrow for a student who died a few years ago, would you like to come and offer flowers? " Max asked.

“What the hell?“ Caleb groaned in pain. He looked up at May, who is pulling out a cigarette from her bag. “How dare you try to kill me? You think I'd die easily if you pulled that stupid stunt?“ She said while lighting herself a smoke. “What the hell are you talking about? I did what?“ Caleb asked, still groaning in more pain. May scoffed, “Are you going to keep pretending to be a fucking saint? I know what you did you fucking bastard! Shall I tell him that you did it?“ He stopped groaning all of a sudden and stood up. He stared straight at May with rage.

"You know that I'm his real wife, so why are you playing along with this ruse, May?" The moment those words left my mouth, the color faded from both of their faces, while the audience erupted in confusion. "Is this woman mad? Why did she call the bride May?" "Didn't May get caught in an explosion a month ago?" "That's right! Since when could the dead come back to life?" "You're right, they can't. Unless… she didn't die in the first place!" The hall exploded into chaos, conversations erupting from every direction. Clearly having lost his calm, Ben shouted, "Where is your proof?!"

“Aunty… what are you talking about?” Rosemary’s lips curved slightly, but there was no humor in it. She stepped closer, her gaze unwavering. “Don’t insult me by pretending ignorance. I have been watching everything. Every headline. Every broadcast. I saw you kneeling before the world, apologizing like a man with no pride, all because of that girl.” She gestured toward him, her eyes scanning his soaked clothes, the faint smell of alcohol still clinging to him. “Look at yourself. Is this what you’ve reduced yourself to?”

My younger sister, Selena Shaw, was born with a weak wolf. The pack healer warns our family that she must not be startled at any cost. Consequently, my own life is forced into a state of stifling silence. To avoid triggering her wolf, I never dare to vent my emotions. Even if I'm injured, I can't cry out in pain. My parents always stroke my head with a look of guilt on their faces. "You're so sensible, Camellia. We need to protect Lena's wolf together. You're very healthy, so you should be more accommodating to her, alright?" One day, while we are out camping with the rest of the pack, I accidentally knock over a stack of firewood, and the noise startles Selena. Her wolf immediately sp

She would usually get lost in her own thoughts and would stare in the space, watching the abyss of the deep pit that resided somewhere deep in her mind which always got most of the attention without making any efforts for attraction. The next morning Maya felt something dreary coming up, her suspicions settled when she came out of her room because of the sound of the running television at the news channel. She walked silently as a cat in the hall and eyed the picture on the flat screen television with Jay standing near the couch, apron tied over his waist and a little bit of dough wiped at the fabric and smudging his hand. He watched the television with the hint of worry in his eyes and over

We stepped inside the classroom and had barely settled our bags when a loud, dramatic scream pierced the hallway outside. “What—?!” Joy and I spun around at the same time. There, just beyond the doorway, stood Crissy Madrid, clutching both bouquets tightly in her arms. Her face was flushed with triumph, eyes sparkling with exaggerated delight as she buried her nose in the flowers and inhaled deeply. “These are mine!” she announced loudly to no one in particular, loud enough for half the corridor to hear. “Obviously someone has excellent taste.” Joy frowned deeply, crossing her arms. “She’s overacting again,” she muttered under her breath. “She just assumed they’re for her. There’s no card, n

“Wait I will call you back later, I just need to call off a little” mia says before ending the call. Mia then walked to the hallway almost immediately in order to check what was making the weird sound, And to her surprise it was just her Mexican catholic maids praying, “May wha…what are you guys doing so early in the morning?” Mia asked May then opened her eyes and behaved as if she had seen a ghost, “ohh ma'am we apologize if we are responsible for waking you up, we know sir is in the hospital and he is in a com…”

I hurriedly took out my phone and looked at the calendar. Today was the 1st of May. And today was the day Thomas would attempt to drown his sorrows in alcohol, but end up being abducted, abused, and then eventually kill himself by throwing himself off a building. This also marked the beginning of the time when everyone started outright hating me. But this time, I had already given up my spot for him, and I wasn't getting married to Carol anymore. Yet, I didn't know for sure if he was still going to drink and drown his sorrows in alcohol or not.

Amber Brown "DROP THAT! IT'S NOT YOURS!" His scream was shrill and terrified. I immediately twisted my body to see what was happening, and the scene was utterly terrifying. Three huge men were rummaging through our suitcases, and my mother was futilely trying to pull her vanity case where I knew her most expensive jewelry was kept. On impulse, I tried to help her, only to feel a powerful slap on my face that made me completely lose my balance. I felt dizzy, couldn't hear anything anymore, my head was spinning. I couldn't see much after that, just felt my head spinning forcefully. I kept hearing my mother's screams, the men's shouts; it was all a blur, impossible to understand what they were