Fading Words Novels & Stories

My tone was still icy. Wesley's heart broke into a thousand pieces. He couldn't accept me pushing him away. "Wesley, don't do this!" The doctor said sternly, "Maggie is experiencing intermittent memory loss. It's the side effect of Wolfsbane." He added, "Her nerves are extremely fragile at that moment. Her link with you has weakened to the point where she can't even sense it. You mustn't provoke her anymore, or her condition will worsen and affect her recovery."

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝘂𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗶𝗻�

Everyone in high society whispered that Tristan Webster kept a tame, submissive trophy girlfriend on his arm. That image shattered at a yacht party when a newcomer pointed at me and asked the room, "Wait, isn't she the legendary woman who slept with Tristan's best friends in one night just to get back at him for cheating?" The room fell dead silent. Tristan's childhood friends sat around the poker table, their expressions unreadable. Tristan, however, simply swirled the wine in his glass and lounged against the leather sofa before casually beckoning me over. "Come here." I walked over without a word and lit his cigarette for him. "Sorry, she caused such a scene back then," he said smoo

Vision white. I collapse, utterly ruined. “Red for stop, and Amber for slow…” The safe words, That stupid goddamn code.It pops into my head now? Now? When I’m already past saving.

We walk aimlessly around the beach and I notice things, the noise has reduced, I look around, it less crowded. "Are you okay?" Vanilla asks. "Yeah, I'm fine." I say as I stop walking, I hold her second hand and I say "Let's start over." "We can't. We've ended." and slowly every piece of her begins to fade away. "Vanilla?" I say in anguish, trying to hold on to her, but I can't, as she disappears into nothingness. "Fiona!" I scream in absolute loneliness. _____

The little girl accepted it in regards just because she wasn’t prepared to speak that word again. [It may seem to us that those words like ‘Thank you’ ‘Your welcome’ or ‘Glad to meet you and not to mention that pleasant word ‘Thanks a lot for the help’ these words may seem wonderful, pleasant and admiring to others our good manners. But, then who can or who would ever think that these words are sometimes the reason to cause us the deepest scars in our hearts. Who can imagine these beautiful words can be the reason to create relations at the same time collapse the strength of living in our life.

Faith was holding the smartphone Mr. Blake bestow her. That has a beautiful clean body, a clear screen, and is slim in weight. She opens it and looks into it. " Woof....., I am bored," Faith said. " Faith.....," Marry said. " Your Friends are here to meet you," Marry opens her door. " Who.... My friends, I... I don't have any friends," Faith was stunned. " Come, they are waiting for you, maybe you got one," Marry said and Faith runs downstairs.

Her body trembling against mine, breath coming in ragged gasps that spoke of lungs filling with fluid, of time running out like sand through an hourglass. One eye swollen completely shut, the lid purple and distended. Lips split in three places, blood trickling down her chin. Fingers twitching weakly in mine as her voice rasped against my neck, each word an effort that cost her precious energy she didn't have to spare. "Don't let them smile while I fade."

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!"

The worlds we passed were fleeting, shimmering, insubstantial. "The Fading Realm is close," the Wanderer said. "Do not be alarmed by what you see. The wolves there may not remember how to greet you." "How should we greet them?" "With patience. With kindness. With the hope that they will remember who they once were." We emerged into the Fading Realm. The sky was grey, the color of old ash. The ground was barren, cracked, devoid of life. The trees stood skeletal, their branches reaching toward the sky like supplicants. There was no sound. No birds. No wind. No voices.