Farewell Books Novels & Stories

They were a passing thing. Yanta looked at the notices that were hanged on the notice board. The notices read: “Darrish Drinkwell, our greatest storyteller, is returning to scene with a second tome of his Tales Untold. The Hartin and Dartin Company are planning to publish a legend book. We will ask Drinkwell to write one more, if he accepts, well, you know the rest. Plan in advance, good folk; this is an opportunity unlike any other. You won’t cheaper copies that ours.

She just felt sad for her mom who never appreciate what she had in the past. After the mass, all the people gather to witness the send-off of Lauren’s remains on the ground. Arianne, Irene and her grandma, didn’t bother to hide their tears as they bid goodbye to Lauren. Deacon and his dad, Kurt, was there all along to support the weeping women of their family. “Hi baby! How’s everything there? How was your flight?”

But dwelling on the past wouldn't change anything now. Suppressing my emotions once again, I nodded and offered a polite goodbye. "You're welcome, Jake. Have a productive day." With that, I turned and left his office, the weight of our shared history heavier than ever. As I walked away, I vowed to focus on the present and the future, leaving behind the complicated emotions that lingered between us.

Who else could make him lose his composure with a single phone call? Once the door shut behind him, I gently put down the book I'd already read 32 times. What Eugene didn't know was that Lucas had given it to me. Lucas… The mere thought of him made my lips curve upward in a small smile. I wondered whether he was still running his coffee shop. Would anyone watch over my flowers now that I was gone? I didn't know whether Lucas had a new girlfriend; I didn't know whether he still remembered me… In the past, Dad would silently cry while looking at his and Mom's wedding photos. He would say, "A person's regrets will always follow them. When facing loss, the only other thing you can do, aside from

I had waited for that day for far too long, and I agreed, overwhelmed with joy. Back then, I truly believed he had let go of Grace and wanted to live a life with me. However, at our engagement party, the moment Grace called, Felix abandoned me without a second thought and rushed to her side. On the day I had scheduled my wedding photos with the photographer, he accompanied Grace to her prenatal checkup instead. Even our wedding night was destroyed, simply because of Grace’s labor.

His book was lying there, the pages fluttering in the breeze. He didn't need to write anymore. The story was told. Aradaa and Kaelor walked down the steps and toward the treeline. Their figures began to fade, merging with the light and the shadow of the trees. The Unified Network in the sky gave one last, golden pulse—a "Goodbye" that resonated through every leaf and every stone. The wind blew the pages of the "Book of the Two Kings" until it reached the very last leaf. The ink was dark, permanent, and simple.

he mouthed. Sigwulf slid his chair across to Lakon and peered over his shoulder. “What have you found?” “Listen to this. Congratulations my industrious scribe, or scribes. I see you have found the code to mine books, but have you found their traps. My traps are simple, or difficult, it depends on your mind. My books are numbered simply and are nothing more than my personal journals. Merely the ramblings of an old man. They contain no state secrets or rumours, no stories or answers, simply, as I said, musings. For anything else those were kept in my mind and if you are reading this, then my mind is forever closed to you. Best of luck, my scholar, may your hunt through the paperwork o

com How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Currently available: Book 1: Welcome to Probet Book 2: Welcome to Fengarad Book 3: Welcome to Dargot Book 4: Welcome to Monsterland Book 5: Welcome to Nekromel Book 6: Welcome to Requbar Coming soon: Book 7: Welcome to Gorgoth From the same author: Entertaining Tales of Grin the Cheat

Someone unafraid of welcoming new friends and willing to say goodbye when the time came. --- After nagging Trevon repeatedly, he finally showed up at the courthouse. On time, for once. The divorce was over before I knew it. I let out a long, quiet sigh of relief. I couldn’t return to the deep sea just yet—at least not without my mermaid tail. And since I’d walked away from the Chapman family, I didn’t have a cent to my name. I knew I couldn’t just sit around. So, I found a job by the sea, opening clams and picking out the prettiest pearls—like finding little secrets the ocean had left behind.

When Wendy Chance's father, Josiah, was rendered speechless, I was the only one he wanted to go to speech therapy with. Every time Wendy and I wanted to go out, Josiah would clutch the corner of my shirt. Once again, Wendy would stuff an unused train ticket in my hand and pat my shoulder apologetically. "Treat my dad well, and I'll make it up to you on another trip. Evan can accompany me on this business trip instead. Don’t overthink this." Evan Striker was the secretary she claimed knew his place. I had collected 27 unused tickets over the past three years. They were from unrealized trips to the mountains, historical towns, and the beach. Every ticket turned into a post on Evan's social