Farewell My Lovely Book Novels & Stories

She chuckled yet a sadness returned to her eyes; her face is like a picture book, no words needed. After arriving at the port in Split, we had a short drive to my favorite spot Dvor. I had only ever thought of bringing Beth here until now. The conversation flowed easily, but I couldn’t shake the sadness that escaped her earlier. “Henry thank you for bringing me here, this is probably the best dinner I’ve ever had. Do you have anything planned for after?” The nope in her voice that I’d say no.

*** SADE As we walked back down the aisle together, hands clasped, laughter and tears following us, I knew one thing with absolute certainty. Forever wasn’t just a word anymore. It was us. AUTHOR’S NOTE: *exhales* yeah, it has come to the end beautiful people. Finally, I guess? I want to sincerely thank you beautiful who stayed till this very moment. It means the world to me, honestly. Thank you and I love you. See you in my next book ^^

Asked Maria again, pointing at the book I was holding "hah? Oh, this is my novel. Could you read it? This is for you," I handed the novel to Maria. She screamed with joy while reading the title of my book. His face looks very appreciative of my book. It reminds me of how my fans appreciate my every work. but now my fans have disappeared, even some of them may hate me "Grisella, will you go with me tonight. You have to leave the house for refreshing. There is a café around here. It's called a lotus café. You will like it," said Gisella. I nodded in agreement.

On the day she left, delicate, light snow sifted down from the sky. Yuliana carried the box filled with love letters she had written to Charlie over the years but never dared to send, along with diaries filled with his name, out into the courtyard. She burned her love for Charlie into ash, and in the rising smoke, her younger self drifted away. As snowflakes drifted down onto her shoulders, she wondered how long it would take for the snow to cover the charred remnants of her past. Lost in thought, she didn't hear the footsteps approaching from behind.

I froze for a moment. His lips curved into a bright smile as he waved at me. “Hello?” His suitcase scraped across the concrete floor, making a grating sound. It sounded like an old exhaust bellows in a rundown house that refused to retire, still stubbornly clinging to its last breath.

Children ran past her with paper boats, their laughter echoing through the narrow lanes. An old woman hummed outside her flower stall. And the world for once felt like it wasn’t asking her to prove anything. She passed the bookstore where Liam once bought her poetry collections. The display window had changed a new release stood in the center titled “The Long Way Home.” She smiled at the coincidence. Inside, she flipped through the first few pages, and her eyes caught on a quote: “Forgiveness isn’t the end of love it’s the transformation of it.”

God, that woman is insufferable. I’m making my way back to Rivers hotel when I pass a flower shop, I stop at look at the flowers and I pick a bouquet of sunflowers, yellow tulips and a few daisies. River is going to love this. I pay the nice lady at the shop and leave my tip for the café in the jar and walk back out. I get back to her hotel in what seems like 10 minutes. I go up to her room and let myself in with the key she gave me. I set the bag and coffee on the counter and walk into the room. I don’t notice River at first, all I hear is the sad song from the romance movie playing and that’s when I see her.

I whispered. AUTHORS NOTE: Hello everyone. We've come to the end of this book. Thank you so much for reading, your supports means a whole lot to me. Thank you very much. Don't forget to read my new book, ONCE MINE, FOREVER MINE. Thank you. Gød bless you all.

“The fact that you'd set all of this up for me just blows my mind. The dinner, the private chef, the plane tickets, this gorgeous cabin with the incredible view of Denver. It's like a dream.” “It's all just stuff, really,” he said with a shrug. The firelight danced across his skin, and all she wanted to do was touch it. “The stuff didn’t make it great. What actually made it great is the fact that you were there to enjoy it with me. That's the only thing that really matters.”

I giggled and sank into the tidal wave of his love. The night stretched long, and so would our happiness. Not long after, I became pregnant. When Caleb and I visited our new villa, we saw Thomas and Juliet tending flowers in the park. Their old clothes were streaked with dirt. Adrian was nearby, drunk in broad daylight, with a crying baby beside him. Under the scorching sun, their former pride had long since vanished. Seeing me, they hastily pulled on their masks and hurried away with Adrian. Their aging figures were the very picture of desolation.