Faded Page Novels & Stories

Faith swirl her eyes. "Please, Faith, I never ask you anything, but can you do this for me?" Marry said with ambitious eyes and Faith can't say no to that face. "Okay, I will," Faith gets down her regimes and nods. " I will show you when it is done," Faith said and Marry show her the way. She makes Faith know the way and instructions. " Now you are happy," Faith asks after writing and uploading the chapter. "Absolutely, so happy, you want yourself to be hidden so this is a way to go, " Marry was so happy and looking at the app again and again.

Set it on the table and opened to the section where pages had been torn out. Four pages. Gone. Removed with surgical precision. I ran my fingers along the ragged edges still clinging to the binding. The paper was not yellowed like the rest of the book. Not aged. The tears were clean. Recent. Very recent. I pulled the lamp closer. Examined the binding. There. At the base of the torn section. A fragment. So small I had missed it the first time. A corner of a page that had not completely pulled free. I used my fingernail to carefully extract it. The fragment was maybe an inch square. Most of it blank. But in the corner. A few words visible in that same ancient script.

This park, once a sanctuary of laughter and love, now seemed to echo with fading whispers of a distant past. It had been five years since Sarah had experienced true happiness, five years since she had felt the warmth of a loving embrace. Her world had turned gray the day her husband, Daniel, had passed away, leaving her to navigate the depths of grief alone. Since then, she had been caught in a perpetual cycle of sadness and isolation, the echoes of love growing fainter with each passing day.

*** Kari She sat outside of the old dock, the shipyard dilapidated and torn down. She needed to take pictures all over town and was grateful in the moment that her day would be spent with nothing but her camera. Angrily wiping at her tears, she flung them onto the wheel and dashboard in front of her. She didn't even know Jake. Why would his rejection hurt her so badly?

Feigning surprise, I said, "Oh, I actually forgot it was your birthday. What do you want? How about I just transfer you some money, and you can buy whatever gift you like?" Last year on my birthday, shortly after Jennifer had come back into our lives, Sebastian completely forgot about it. He'd said that Jennifer needed his help with something, and he'd be back soon. But by the time he returned, it was already past midnight—my birthday had come and gone. When he saw the cake on the table, he'd said casually, "Oh, it was your birthday? I forgot. Sorry about that, honey." The next day, I received a bank transfer notification—1,500 dollars from Sebastian. Along with it, came a message saying, "N

What wish would possibly fix this shit heap? “I – I wish that Rose was never born a Fallen.” I said, hoping I don’t regret this decision. “Hmm. Interesting choice. Very well.” Gabriel said before clapping dramatically. I felt my body free fall, and everything turned black.

Already waiting for a third signature to make it active. I fold the document. I hold it. I do not give it back.

At the top of the page were only two words. Forgive me. I searched for a name. There wasn't one, farther down the page... Another sentence. I couldn't save her. My breathing stopped. Her? Who? The little girl? Another Bridge? Someone whose name had been erased with the rest of history? I hurried to read the next line. Before I could... The ink trembled. Right before my eyes...the letters began fading. "No..." The words dissolved into the page like mist under morning sunlight. Ezekiel lunged beside me, already pulling charcoal and paper from his satchel.

Joel pulled the design draft straight out of his bag and handed it to Vivian. A smug look flashed across her face as she glanced at me. I let out a soft laugh. So whether I agreed or not, the outcome was the same. When I returned home from the hospital, I looked around at the memories I once shared with them. And I made a decision. I would erase everything related to me. Not a single trace left behind. The wedding photos on the wall, the carefully preserved family portraits—everything I once treasured—went straight into the trash.

I hung up at once. Then I turned to my secretary, my voice calm. “Terminate every partnership with Pierce Group. Once the capital withdrawal is complete, redirect all funds to Langford Group.” The office fell quiet again. I turned back. Miles was still sitting on the sofa with his head down, fiddling over and over with the bandage I had just wrapped. I sighed. “How about I teach you a game?” Miles looked up. A thin mist clung to his eyes as he stared at me in confusion.