Forever My Person Novel Novels & Stories

"How dare you remind me of everything I just went through? You're a monster! How could you." I broke down on the floor and sobbed, hiding my face in between my knees. I had been trying to forget it. I knew that I wouldn't avoid the reality but did he really have to throw it all in my face? My life is over. In just a span of months, I lost everything. My husband, my home. All because of that woman that I foolishly called my friend. I'm a failure. I stayed in that pose, crying for a while, then I felt something warm beside me. I looked up, Mr cold guy was crouching beside me staring at me with those unreadable eyes. My eyes narrowed in a glare.

Tife Okuwobi, ID number; 40515176, email; lamefacebook72@g***l. com. GoodNovel company. Dear GoodNovel Application Company, Request to remove my novel from your application. My name is Tife Okuwobi with the ID number; 40515176. I have a novel entitled "One Thousand Years" on your application. I wrote a letter to you some few weeks back about terminating the contract I signed with GoodNovel company and I was sent a reply for the agreement.

After everything they have been through, I didn't feel good about wrapping up their story in a short epilogue. So I decided to make a third book. The title will be Forever Jude. It will be more about them actually being together, unlike the first two where they were working towards getting together. They'll also no longer be students, so you can expect a different kind of adventure. One that might end at the altar or with babies or dogs...who knows ;).

Mia's face turned red as she noticed that the guy who almost ran her over was the same guy who broke her fall when she was running away from the party. "By the color of your face, you already remembered me." Nicolas extended his hand to introduce himself. "I'm Nicolas Lennox." Mia saw Nicolas' hand and was tempted to take it. Somehow things ended up with her again saved by Nicolas, and more because the noise of a motorcycle distracted them. After months of not seeing each other, thousands of messages and unanswered calls, and seeing him kissing another woman, Esteban had gone after her. But something in Mia's heart screamed at her to run away.

I was overloaded most of the time but it was okay with me. I may not be earning very much, but I am happy. You know, I never talked about stuff like this. But I guess the new face has given me a new personality too. I have been more positive and maybe a little better human than I was before. Maybe I am a little sweeter and maybe a little less rude but I know what I did when I was younger and I don’t know how to feel about that. I mean, I don’t wanna hate myself. I know how wrong I did. I kidnapped a girl, I even looked at her in the wrong way and touched her without her permission but that is what I was back to them. That’s not who I am today.

(Laya P.O.V) I sit in the balcony, enjoying the breeze of the sun. Eventhough it is cold but I don't mind. It's been a week since I left the hospital and being locked here in the house, all alone; Nana is at work and Jenny is at school. Even Selly is busy. Adam comes te see me everyday. We spend a good time together. I try to know him better, not to be in relationship with him but to be careful.

Song Rec: Adore You by Miley Cyrus That night, back at home, Vivianne sat curled up on the couch, the city lights dim beyond the windows. The house was quiet, peaceful, but her thoughts were restless. The fear lingered, refusing to be dismissed by logic or reassurance. What if the memories she’d regained weren’t permanent? What if her mind betrayed her again? She’d learned that happiness could be fragile, not because it wasn’t real, but because it mattered. And she was finally allowing herself to want it.

I kept approaching her every day, starting conversations, asking her out to eat, sticking it out relentlessly for three years. No matter how many times she rejected me, my feelings never changed. Then one night, a fired employee got drunk and caused trouble, blocking her outside the office building. Everyone scattered, but I stood in front of her. I was beaten until I was bloody and lost consciousness before they finally left. Because of that, I lost my hearing forever. That was when Penelope truly fell for me. She held my bloodied body tightly, her voice shaking with fear. "Milton, let's get married."

“What the hell are you talking about?” “Oh you know what I’m on about. Joyce, Lena and Christiana are not Lolita. I admit that they never fully wanted me. I had to manipulate my way into their lives. I pretended I was you, and then I fucked them. You were pissed when you found out, and you stopped talking to them. I’m sure they still wonder till this day why you never called them back after your intense night together.” Jarrod’s face contorted with fury but he didn’t say anything. Hayden took another long drag of his weed and laughed. He was beginning to feel free, and maybe the idea of death wasn’t that scary anymore.

What was so broken within me that not even fate could persuade them to stay? And within that realization, I felt a terrible despair. A deep longing for something I knew I could not have. The silence was broken only by my ragged breathing. This was not a man touched by love, or desire, nor the promise of a bond that could span a lifetime.. At this point, he was clearly a cold-blooded strategist willing to deviate from what was meant to be. This was the horrifying truth about his character. My hand instinctively returned to my neck, tracing the faint warmth of the mark, which he refused to acknowledge.