Novel & Cerita Days Gone Stories

BACK TO THE PRESENT It's been nearly a week since she seen Bruce. She was glad he was gone because she didn't want to see him. For the days that he was gone she kept herself busy. She was cooking, cleaning, or washing the dishes. There were some books that piqued her interest. She read them and kept herself busy. When there was no more books for her to read, she would turn on the tv. She was watching television with over five thousand channels. She was surprised that he allowed her to access such wide range of shows. But she didn't care as long as there was something to keep her entertained. Although she didn't have any access to computer, phone, or tablets to the internet she didn't mind. I

In our seven years of dating, Jordan Harding forbade me from accessing his computer. For once during his business trip, he forgot to switch it off. While tidying up his study, I caught a glimpse of the lit-up screen. “Jordan, are you honestly planning a wedding with Molly in Slandsdeca? “Sure, the marriage isn’t official, but shouldn’t you worry about Eve going mad when she finds out? “It’s three days to your wedding with her here. “Get a grip!”

Carlo assumed I had simply stormed out because I was throwing a tantrum. He cut off every bank card in my name, convinced that I would come crawling back. "Give it three days before she comes back crying for forgiveness," he had said to his Underboss. But as three days passed, there was still no news about me. Then, a week went by. I seemed to have vanished from the world. An inexplicable sense of unease began to seep into Carlo's being.

I took a step back, hiding my equally pale face in the shadows. Sonia abruptly let out a cry. Clutching her abdomen, she collapsed into Cesare's arms. My eyes started to water, but I forced down those tears. As I turned, I heard Cesare calling out anxiously, "On our anniversary tomorrow, I'll wait for you at our usual spot. I'll explain everything to you then!" But I didn't respond. I was flying off tomorrow. We wouldn't be celebrating our 5th wedding anniversary. I staggered back to Fontana Estate. After leaving the divorce papers in a drawer in the guest bedroom I'd used, I grabbed my suitcase and walked off without looking back.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

As if giving a verdict, I said softly, "Harvey, I'm getting married. Feel free to drop by our wedding." I tossed the ring into the snow. It vanished instantly. Harvey dropped to his knees and frantically searched for it, his face pressed to the snow. He had no pride left to speak of. His voice trembled as he muttered over and over, "If I find the ring, Jenna will forgive me. If I find it, she'll forgive me…" I shook my head and went back into the house. The lost could never be found. The next day, the groundskeeper told me of having seen a man searching in the snow all night, like a madman. He eventually passed out from the cold and was rushed to the hospital.

"Ms. Granger, your purchase of our staged death service is successful. When the time comes, we will erase your identity and arrange a death that meets your expectations so that you can leave without worries," the staff member on the other end of the phone said politely. I responded with a flat hum. "Set it for three days from now. I need time to pack my things." After hanging up, I dragged my aching body back toward the hospital room. I had barely reached the door when I ran into my husband, James Lambert. The moment he saw me, concern flooded his face as he hurried over.

After that day, I didn't see Lex again. Gigi dragged me out shopping, her voice full of irritation as we strolled down the street. "Lex is a total lunatic—seriously messed up in the head. "Waylon told me that on the night of my engagement party, Lex completely trashed a bar. Who even does that? If I didn't know better, I'd think he had a crush on me." She burst out laughing at her own joke. When the laughter faded, she added, "But I haven't seen him in ages. Even Ivana was asking Waylon the other day if he'd run into him. Where do you think Lex disappeared to?"

"Take your time. What happened?" George sat, took a deep breath, and said heavily, "It's Kendra. She was attacked." My stomach dropped. My hand curled into a tight fist. "When?" "Yesterday, on the road leading to the base. She's at the hospital now," George replied. I grabbed my coat and bolted out the door. I drove like a madman toward the hospital, my heart pounding in my chest. When I arrived, Kendra had already lost all vital signs and was covered with a white sheet.

The pups were having so much fun that even when evening came, they didn't want to go home. The moment Katrina and James thought of how I'd bombard them with questions, make them do homework, and insist on crafts, they dreaded going back. Zoe suggested going to the beach the next day, and they were thrilled. "Daddy, can we not go home tonight? We could rent a suite by the beach and watch the sunrise tomorrow?" "If we don't go back, your mom will be sad," Zoe said gently. "Besides, your dad and I aren't mates. We can't stay in the same room together."