Farewell To The Past Novels & Stories

She pulled it out of the photobook and tore it into pieces. "Goodbye to the past. King Zayne is my present and my future"

Her laptop sat on the coffee table as I reached for it and turned brought up an internet search page to find a place for us to stay. She laughed, "The beach?" She asked as I nodded. She slowly found a place for us to stay with its own private beach. The pictures made it seem perfect and I couldn't wait to take her there. I held her through the night listening her tell me stories. Stories of what she remembered and what high school was like. I held her close wishing she knew about our past. The love we shared and made. The child I held in my arms for a brief few hours before they both passed away.

To be nothing. Gideon’s face went slack with horror. “No… you cannot…” “It is done,” I said, my tone final. I nodded to the guards. “Take him away.” As he was dragged, screaming curses that turned to desperate pleas, from the hall, I turned back to the assembled warriors. The silence now was different. It was the silence of closure. Of a new, grim beginning. “The past is settled,” I declared. “Now, we build the future. For Cresendo. For our children.”

" The people around us began whispering. After all, everyone knew I had done plenty of foolish things just for the chance to marry Yaron. I looked at the bottle he was offering, finding it utterly laughable. In my past life, I had obeyed his every word without question. Marrying him had been my greatest wish, my most foolish obsession. Still, even if Yaron had a shred of humanity in him, he wouldn't have done something so heartless… Ever since my rebirth, the memory of my past suffering lingered like a ghost, creeping up on me when I least expected it. Fortunately, I would not be so foolish again. With a loud crash, the bottle shattered against his head.

I stopped him when I noticed the tears in his eyes. "It's in the past and now we are here, a complete family. Dad, it's better to count the days forward than to count them backwards, where the pains and wounds of the past are still fresh and bleeding. We are going to make new memories for the future, and don't ever say that you will leave us!" "Belle----"

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

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

“My wife said you needed a little peace.” Scarlett smiled faintly. “Mr. Langford”, she stood upright “Congratulations on your retirement ! Your wife, She’s a very intuitive woman.” He chuckled. “Forty years of reading people does that to you. I'm into publishing- or I was until tonight. Celeste’s been planning this farewell for months. She said I needed to celebrate endings before I start new beginnings.” Scarlett’s chest tightened. “That’s… good advice.” He nodded, glancing toward the crowd inside. “Sometimes, the only way forward is through the goodbyes we never thought to say.”

But when I woke up, I was still alone, paying for sins I'll never outrun. "Goodbye, Gina. I wish you and Ryan nothing but joy. In the next life, I swear I won't let you down." I shook the envelope, and a necklace fell out. It was the one that held the ashes of our first baby, Jeremy's last tether to the past, but now he had given it to me. Behind me, Ryan called out, asking me to cut the cake. I called back, slipping the letter into my drawer. Then, I fastened the necklace around my neck and walked toward him.

While a killer was dismembering me, my father was busy throwing a coming-of-age party for my adopted younger sister. When I called him for help, all I heard on the other end of the line was his venomous voice. "What kind of act are you putting on this time? If you want to die, hurry up and do it! Just stay out of my sight!" The next day, Dad went back to the police station to investigate a dismemberment case that had shocked the entire city. He gathered every clue the killer had left behind. What he never once suspected was that the body being pieced back together belonged to the biological daughter he hated so much.