Fade Away Novel Novels & Stories

Seasons have changed. But cherry blossoms still accompany the lonely branches. In this hot summer, it didn't mean that the flowers and leaves would suddenly fall. Only they do not bloom. New season. New spirit. And a new story for a 27 year old girl who is now a senior journalist. This time, he is preparing to become the main character in the story of the summer ocean. A thing that had never been explained in his life, began. On Jeju Island.

Let her go before it's too late. She's not ours anymore, I reminded him. I ended it. She means nothing. Liar. The word cracked through me like a whip. You feel it too. Every night. Every moment you're not drowning in rage, you feel the absence. The hole where she used to be. And now you're going to fill that hole with her death? I looked down at Lia. At the purple bloom spreading across her throat. At the slackness in her face. At the way her chest had stopped fighting for breath.

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

Several classmates who used to be on good terms with me apologized in quiet voices as they passed me while being taken away. James struggled to crawl toward me, and he grabbed my pant leg. "Can you forgive me, Celeste?" I shook my head coldly. James looked like he was in pain as he proceeded to throw up more blood. He passed out after that. Their regrets meant nothing to me. I could never forgive them for what they did to me. This entire fiasco was streamed live by a passerby. It took only a few hours for it to trend. Everything happened so fast, and angry comments filled the stream.

His pleas were silenced forever—left to vanish in the distance. Turning to my driver, I said, "Take me to the orphanage. Did you buy Jeannie’s birthday cake?" The car sped forward, the passing scenery blurring into long, straight lines. I rolled down the window, letting the warm breeze kiss my face. Everything was moving forward toward the light.

A single tear slipped from the corner of my eye and fell onto the withered petals. In the end, Julia and I had nothing left but a love that bloomed too briefly and faded too soon. The End.

‎Chapter 64 ‎The War That Wasn't ‎The Fade came without drums or banners. ‎No armies marched. No blades were drawn. No blood was spilled. ‎It came as a hush. ‎A slow, creeping stillness that settled over the worlds like dust on forgotten books. ‎It began in the outer reaches, where the light had burned so long and so steady that beings had begun to take it for granted. They woke one day and felt… nothing. ‎Not pain.

Hello dear readers, I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to all of you who have read and supported my debut novel. If any part of the story has caused offense or discomfort, I sincerely apologize. After a year of attempting to launch a world-building project to lay the foundation for the forthcoming saga, I encountered a series of trial and error. Eventually, I settled on Lavender Girl. Over the course of the past two years, Lavender Girl has been an integral part of my life. I've shared moments of joy and faced challenges alongside its characters and stories. However, taking into account my current circumstances and careful consideration, I've made the decision to conclude this book.

Everything was fading. not breaking. not collapsing. but fading. like it had never existed. like it was being unmade. zayden’s hand in mine slipping. not because he let go. not because I did. because the space between us was disappearing. “Aria!” His voice broke through. faint. distant. like it was already too late. “No.”

Seeing that I didn't message him back, Shawn scoffed and walked away, and that's when Aster slowly came to. His sweat and blood had dried, sealing his eyelids shut. Too weak to stand, he groped blindly toward the familiar staircase, crawling forward with great effort. "Mommy… I want to go back to Mommy…" Doctors and nurses passing by whispered among themselves—some in pity, others in ridicule. I followed behind Aster, my soul pierced by a thousand needles. Step by step, each feeling like a lifetime. By the time he finally made it back to me, my blood had long since frozen in the cold night air, but Aster didn't understand. He smiled brightly. "Mommy's not bleeding anymore!"