Farewell Books Novels & Stories

Even so, Madeline turned off her phone without replying and took a deep breath. She had already made up her mind. Since she was done with all of it, there was no use grieving over people who'd never been worth it. … The divorce wouldn't be official for another couple of weeks. So, Madeline and Sophie spent those days traveling through Calastra, visiting old cathedrals scattered across the countryside. The entire journey felt like a quiet baptism—one that penetrated from body to soul. Everything she had once held onto now felt insignificant. The trip changed everything. It brought a quiet sense of renewal that finally gave Madeline's restless heart some peace.

After all, Thalyx had imagined I would step out and beg him to return to me, or I would at least play some tricks to give Lyra a hard time. After all the waiting, I still had not appeared. Instead, all he heard was the servant's high-spirited call. "The princess is getting married! Off we go!" I sat in the carriage, looking at Thalyx's disheveled appearance in the wind. My smile was not obvious, but my brow relaxed a little. I was finally leaving this place, and my feud with Thalyx should be over for good. Amidst the countless people's farewells, I closed my eyes peacefully. Just as I was about to rest for a moment, the steady carriage suddenly shook violently.

She had cried until there was nothing left to pour out, yet the tears still came, silently, endlessly. The priest, a tall man with a gentle yet commanding voice, stood before the casket. His voice carried through the crowd as he began the sermon. “Life,” he said, pausing briefly as the wind brushed through his white robe, “is like a candle. It burns bright and gives warmth, but eventually, it flickers out. And when it does, it leaves behind memories — the true mark of who we were and how we lived.” Heads bowed. Some wept quietly. Others clasped their hands in prayer.

“After this, no more delays. Tonight. Private ceremony. Just us. Then I’m knotting you until you can’t walk.” Tears slipped down my cheeks—happy, relieved, free. “Yes. A thousand goodbyes to everything before. Hello to you.” He kissed them away. “A thousand goodbyes.” We stayed locked on the table, hearts hammering in sync, while the city hummed outside and the bond sang its final, unbreakable note. I was Alisa Moretti. I was Kael Draven’s mate. And I had never been more free.

Rosemary’s Pov “I will eat later…” I say softly , offering him a smile. He exchanges a look with Xavier , but I do not stay for the lectures that I know is coming. Instead I walk to the entrance and sit on the floor in a crossed legged position – my eyes fixated on the fiery red flames that almost touches the sky. I sit out there for a while , enjoying the peace of being alone. At this moment , all I ever want is to be alone. I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom.

Hey guys, I want to thank everyone that was with me throughout the journey of this book and i appreciation you guys for supporting me even in my inconsistency. I want to use this medium to announce that Fallen Apart has finally come to an end. Yeah, it’s a bit heartbreaking to close the Chapter of Aria and Dave forever.

The man looked at her indulgently. The two of them only had eyes for each other, completely oblivious to his presence just a few meters away. Their love was so intense that everything around them seemed to fade into the background like an illusion. Wilson didn't even know how he managed to leave. His legs felt as heavy as lead, and he could only move forward in a slow, mechanical manner. … The next day, when Tiana was at work, a young nurse came over and told her some news. "I heard that Dr. Tate submitted his resignation yesterday. He's going to join Doctors Without Borders to provide medical assistance to people in need overseas!"

"How were things handled for Kay? Where's she laid to rest? Winston asked, choking back tears. "Ms. Greenfield's matters have all been sorted," the nurse said, casting a glance at him. "But I have no idea where she's been laid to rest. She specifically said she didn't want anyone bothering her." "What about her last words?" Winston asked, not ready to give up. "Did she leave any message for me?" "No," the nurse said, shaking her head. She hesitated before finally passing him a phone. "This is all she left behind. She asked me to burn it, but I just couldn't bring myself to wipe every trace of her from this world. That just seemed too sad…"

The key smoothly entered the hole, with a slow twist, I heard a 'click' sound, and the drawer opened. My heart raced with joy; inside were four books. I took one and looked inside. Clearly, it was a handwritten diary. Next, I read and studied all four diaries. Only then did I understand who instructed me to write Alex's biography. And the real purpose of this book was to be made with secrecy about the names of places and notes for the authenticity of the biography.

Just like that, my days passed until one day, I saw the news that a prisoner had run into the iron fence and died on the spot while taking a break. That prisoner was none other than Lucas. Outwardly, I appeared impassive, but inwardly, I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt as though a great burden had been taken off my shoulder. At this point, the dust had settled, and everything was over. Those dark days in the past seemed to be all behind me now, leaving only a bright future ahead of me.