Forever My Person Novel Novels & Stories

Her hand rested possessively on his arm, and right there on her finger was a diamond ring. A larger one than mine–could you believe that? My chest tightened so painfully I thought something inside me had snapped. “This…” I whispered; shaking my head, “this must be old.” Adrian was still silent. “Maybe it's from before,” I continued desperately. “Maybe—” “That's enough, Elena. As you can see clearly that photo was taken ten minutes ago.” His calm voice cut straight through my denial. The room suddenly felt colder. “Ten minutes ago…” I repeated.

After a short while, he was there, standing next to me as he kissed on my neck to growl his words out, " Are those fireworks more exciting than me?" I stared at the fireworks without blinking, that represented happy days of our life. Turning my head back slightly, I whispered to him, " Those fireworks are temporary but you..you are my forever...." ________________ THE END _______________________ Thank you everyone for joining me in this journey of Luca & Kiera. A big thanks to my Goodnovel Editor Ashley for trusting my work because I almost thought of not writing this book after getting rejected by other platforms three times. However, it was worth it as I can see this book on the popular li

she assured as she left the resuscitation room. I felt a whirlwind of emotions engulf me. I struggled to think clearly. The whole room seemed to spin around me. This couldn’t be happening. I froze. It was Chris, my Chris…. My Biology lecturer from Junior College. All of a sudden I blanked. My first real case, and it had to be someone I knew. A professor I had a crush on in my younger days. In all honesty, it hadn’t just been a crush. He had been the only person to truly capture my heart and I’d been crushed when he suddenly disappeared out of my life. He had undoubtedly been the only person I had ever been in love with, before Jason came along.

“Dear Serena Hope, Today, as I write this, you’re laughing in your baby voice at your own feet. You think they’re the funniest things in the world. You’ve stacked the same block five times now—and you’ll keep going, just to see if we’re watching. You are our joy, our peace, our reminder. There was a time when I didn’t know if I’d ever find my way again. I was lost, heartbroken, and tired. But then I met your father and then we met you. And now, I know what forever means. It’s not grand. It’s not loud. It’s not fireworks and drama. It’s your laugh at 6 a.m. It’s your daddy humming lullabies off-key. It’s your aunt's and godmother teaching you peekaboo. It's this home. This moment. Forever is

Unbreakable. Forever.

Forever his. THE END

She opened it to find a tall, scarred man with a permanent scowl. “Work starts now,” he barked, thrusting a thick book into her hands. She barely caught it, its weight nearly knocking her off balance. The words Rule Book were stamped in bold letters on the cover. “You’ve got one job,” the man growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Follow the rules. And don’t make me regret letting you live.” Wren’s grip tightened on the book as the door slammed shut. She swallowed the bile rising in her throat. This wasn’t survival. This was a game. And if she wanted to win, she’d have to play by their rules… until she could rewrite them.

The tiny, folded slip of paper , Ethan Grant’s phone number , had become my personal religion. For fourteen agonizing days, it had lived tucked deep inside the stitching of my uniform apron, a burning coal against my skin. Two weeks. I had survived two weeks of perfect silence, two weeks of scrubbing floors and polishing secrets, pretending the warm pressure of his lips on my cheek had been nothing but a fever dream.

But in the end, my tolerance and generosity had only harmed me, leading him to believe that I would never leave, no matter how far he pushed me. Noticing the shift in my expression, the woman quickly clamped a hand over her child's mouth and muttered an apology. I just shook my head and stepped out of the elevator wearily. In the distance, the first light of dawn was breaking through, turning the sky into a canvas of deep reds and golds. It was time for me to make changes in my life.

My table was just filled with files and even more files like an endless ocean of inked papers I had to read through. If I begin reading a novel as the same speed as the files I read every day, I might be able to complete a five-hundred-page novel in less than a day; yes, these were my realistic expectations. My desk was a scattered mess, and I couldn’t even find a place to keep my coffee on it.