Finally Fade Novels & Stories

"Jamesy, this is the last time I'll address you like this. From now on... let's each be well." I wanted this to be our final farewell. It would mark a complete end to my 10 years. Because I couldn't forget those three years inside. And the person who sent me in was still James. "Nina..." James reached out to grab me, but I dodged away. "Mr. Gates, please don't disturb me anymore. I want to leave peacefully." After saying that, I walked away. I rode my electric scooter, and through the rearview mirror, I saw James's car following behind at a leisurely pace, but I ignored it.

The brothers were quick to comfort her, dabbing at her tears with tissues. Seeing how much they cared for her, I did not feel like arguing anymore. I went back to my room in silence, took down the drawing of the four of us that the brothers had made, and cut it up. Then, I found a lighter and watched as the picture turned to ash. Years of feelings disappeared with the flames. … I lay in bed, put in my earplugs, and blocked out the happy noise from outside. I soon drifted off into a deep sleep. It was the first time in a long while that I did not dream about the brothers.

At 8:59 am tomorrow, send the electronic version of this joint lawsuit to everyone via company email. After hanging up, I texted Alexander, "Apologies, Mr. Langley. I'll only be able to give you the final response in 22 hours. However, I guarantee you'll witness the most thorough corporate purge you've ever seen."

He tried to keep a straight face but I could tell he was flustered by the way he avoided my eyes. Zaire cleared his throat, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "See you around... I guess." “Yeah,” I said softly. “See you, Zai.” He gave a small nod, then finally opened the door and stepped out. I stood there, listening to his footsteps fade down the hall until everything went quiet again. Only then did I move, running a hand through my short hair, a slow grin creeping onto my face. “…Yeah,” I muttered to myself. "You’re gonna come around."

Zoe quickly noticed the change in his mood and hurriedly sent over a live video from the wedding motorcade. "Mr. Cole, look. Iris has already gotten into the wedding car. Maybe she just didn't bring her phone with her?" Adrian looked at the video of me dressed in a pure white wedding gown with my head slightly lowered as I smiled. There was joy in my eyes that he had not seen in a long time. For no clear reason, he relaxed, the corners of his mouth lifting unconsciously. "Maybe." No matter what he had done before, after today, he would definitely make it up to Iris properly.

I hung up at once. Then I turned to my secretary, my voice calm. “Terminate every partnership with Pierce Group. Once the capital withdrawal is complete, redirect all funds to Langford Group.” The office fell quiet again. I turned back. Miles was still sitting on the sofa with his head down, fiddling over and over with the bandage I had just wrapped. I sighed. “How about I teach you a game?” Miles looked up. A thin mist clung to his eyes as he stared at me in confusion.

Everyone in high society whispered that Tristan Webster kept a tame, submissive trophy girlfriend on his arm. That image shattered at a yacht party when a newcomer pointed at me and asked the room, "Wait, isn't she the legendary woman who slept with Tristan's best friends in one night just to get back at him for cheating?" The room fell dead silent. Tristan's childhood friends sat around the poker table, their expressions unreadable. Tristan, however, simply swirled the wine in his glass and lounged against the leather sofa before casually beckoning me over. "Come here." I walked over without a word and lit his cigarette for him. "Sorry, she caused such a scene back then," he said smoo

Countdown: 3 seconds. The sound of the waves suddenly grew distant, like the world was bowing out. Countdown: 1 second. "Goodbye." Time hit zero. [The End]

Damien asked me as he took my hand in his. I hesitated but only for a minute. And decided why not. We was just having fun. It was innocent. We danced and talk. Shared laughs. Just enjoying each other company. The later it got. The drinker we got. After about three bottles of wine, i was ready to call it a night. I stood up from the couch. "Goodnight, Damien. This was fun." I told him. "Goodnight, Shunshine. Thank you for letting me be here." He replied.

He said and Faith's eyes got crammed with tears. " Why you did do this, " She asks him. " Hey, are you crying?" He asks and she clears her eyes. " No, I am all fine," she let out. " I love you," he said and she nods. " Would you never reply? " He asks. " When the right time comes, I will," She said. " I will be waiting for that right time," He said and they ends the call. Faith seems to be relaxed after talking to him, but Brandon was groaning in pleasure, he hang up the call and a woman appear between his legs, she was giving him a blow job, and Brandon was groaning in pleasure.