Farewell My Lovely Book Novels & Stories

It was the eighth year of my marriage. As I was driving my daughter to school, I took a call on speaker. "Is this Mr. Andrew Benedict? Your wife, Ms. Clara Miller, left her diamond ring in our executive suite." My hands froze on the wheel. Andrew was my husband. Clara was my best friend. I rushed to my brother's office, desperate to prove it was a mistake. He didn't even look up from his desk. He wasn't surprised at all. "Summer, drop it," my brother, Aaron Walter, said calmly. "They have a child together now. Just pretend you don't know. "He lied to you to spare your feelings," he added. "We all kept quiet for your own good." I felt my blood cold as it ran through my veins. "He's r

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

Hello Lovely People! Don't forget to rate my book with 5 stars, give a review, share your voice in the comment section and share the book with your friends. Also, read my other book called 'Sealed Desire'. Time to read now! Love, Krystal GoodNovel ***

Aider loves y'all. Especially for loving this book so much and she means it from the bottom of her heart. Thanks alot❤❤😘 I think it only fair to inform you that we'd soon draw the curtains on the mansion😘 🤍

The soft sound of keys turning in the lock announced Roxie’s return. The hour was late, the hallway dim, but home welcomed her like it always did—with quiet grace, the faint scent of lavender cleaner, and a trace of garlic and basil clinging to the air from dinner long past. Her body ached—not from standing too long in heels or sifting through fabric bolts—but from the weight of unspoken memories clinging to her skin like smoke.

I asked, seeing a little frown on her face. "I'm unable to find a book. Maybe a student took it without getting it issued. These students are just very careless." She said looking at the computer screen. "Oh. What book?" I asked, out of curiosity. "Umm it's 'The girl he used to know' by-" she read from the computer screen but I completed her sentence. "By Tracey Garvis Graves?" I said it more like a question. "Yes! That's the book." She said, jolting up in amusement.

CHAPTER 2 The following day, the palace children took the bird to an elder in the palace, who began treating its wound. When Lorrelai learned about it. She summoned the man who was aiding the children to treat their supposed pet. "Show me the pet". The man hastily brought the helpless bird to her. She grinned mysteriously, "you may leave". He left as fast as possible; she was feared because she was hot-tempered and did not find anything wrong in sending anyone to death anytime and anywhere. An account was when she reaped out a man's heart for delaying her errand. She took the bird to her dark room and slaughtered it. "Bloody witch!"

Now, my stupid mind knows that she's not here anymore and I can be with the man I loved from afar. I feel so alive around him. He brings out my seductive side and when his eyes follow me, I feel attractive and daring. His stupid sly smirk makes me crazy. My mind forces me to think that there is some kind of connection between us and he feels something for me too. Suddenly, I felt pain in my back and turned around to see Anna and Sharon laughing. I looked down and saw my favorite book 'Ugly Love' was on the floor. I leaned down and picked it up, then put it on the study table and turned my chair to face them.

“You’ve made this a fond farewell, Empress. My wives are... charmed.” "I thought something more intimate might suit today," I offer quietly, my voice steady despite the flutter of uncertainty in my chest. I gesture to the low table between us—piled high with honey cakes that glisten like amber jewels, sun-warmed fruits, figs soaked in rosewater until they're sweet as sin, and the burnished coffee carafe that gleams like captured moonlight. "A farewell without ceremony. Just comfort." The words feel right on my tongue, but the silence that follows tastes wrong.

She relented after about a half hour, finally giving way to my concern. Despite Scottie’s stares and the looks from Lady Emily, the rest of the day was uneventful. Belle gave me a beautiful black book, inlaid with a silver triple moon. I didn’t understand why I was being given so many things. I took the book back to my little room, closed the door and opened it. There was a handwritten note inside the cover. Our Dearest Little Love,