Founded On Goodbye Novels & Stories

"A gutter rat like you deserves to drown in rotten veggies and spoiled eggs forever. Emma, you should change your name. How about Eek Rogers? It's pretty fitting." Emma's shriek came through the phone, but I was done. I packed up, ready for the next chapter of my life. I went back to my hometown and set up a grave for my mom. I told her I was innocent, that I had never done those terrible things. As I wanted to start over, I dove back into programming after a long break. Seven months later, anonymous texts popped up on my phone. [Jessica, I've gone and disfigured her too.

Everyone stared at him with cold indifference. He was furious and let out a laugh. "Oh, okay, so you're all in on this!" He began to yell and search for me. "Jess! I know you're here! "Your grandmother is dead. You have no family left. You have nowhere else to go other than here! You're plain, useless, and have a terrible personality. Who else would want you besides me? "I am giving you one last chance. Do you hear me? "Jess! "Have you had enough?"

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.

I stopped at the table in the leaving room. “Goodbye Mr. Graham and Ethan graham” I whispered as I dropped the divorce papers and the severance papers on the table. I cleaned the last trail of tears on my face and walked towards the door, as I opened it I could feel my expression shift to annoyance. “You ungrateful brat”

The grand ballroom of the St. Regis was a sea of shimmering silk, expensive champagne, and whispered secrets. It was Day 15. For the first time in over a year, Arthur Garrison was attending a public event with his wife on his arm, rather than a rotating cast of business associates or "close friends."

I dropped to the ground, my hands covering my face as everything I had been holding back finally crashed over me. “I’m going to die…” I whispered. The words felt too real and too final. Tears slipped through my fingers, falling freely now. “I’m really going to die…” My chest tightened painfully. “I didn’t even say goodbye.” The thought hit harder than anything else. Cassandra, my best friend, my family, and Mike. I squeezed my eyes shut. “I didn’t even get to say goodbye…” My voice broke completely. A quiet sob escaped before I could stop it. After everything that had happened… after the pain, the anger, the heartbreak…

“I think it’s pretty obvious that his new self-titled album lacks the, let’s say emotion that his debut album had. He wrote Back to Yesterday after his first love broke his heart. The fact that those songs were so raw, it reached his fans in a special way, highlighting every bit of his feelings through that heartbreak. Those feelings were the steppingstones for what made him the music icon he is today.” She takes a moment to fire off another message on her constantly pinging phone before she goes on. “While this new album has been sitting at number one for a few weeks now, it isn’t reaching the

White feathers adorned my hair, with a shy blush coloring my young face. I had said, "Kyson, we're a family from now on." Back then, his eyes had been full of wonder. It was love at first sight. "Bravo!" "That was amazing!" Thunderous applause swept through the hall. Sitting among the crowd, Kyson suddenly felt like crying. "Hey, Kyson, where are you going? The show's not over yet! Kyson!" Andrew's low calls were quickly left behind. Kyson stood up abruptly, his face darkened with a cold intensity, as he walked out of the hall without looking back.

As they moved toward the interior balcony for a better view of the display, the LED panel across the far wall shifted, the letters assembling smoothly into glowing words: "Happy Birthday, Maureen!" "Oh, someone's birthday!" Aurora sighed with a faint, wistful pout. "I wonder who gets an entire private cafe just for themselves." Damien went rigid. The realization landed with sudden, brutal clarity. Today was his ex-wife's birthday. And Michael Ashford had shut down one of the most prestigious venues in the city to celebrate it. Before he could fully process it, a familiar voice cut through the ambient quiet of the room. He turned and immediately located the pair near the panoramic windows. It

She staggered back, one hand bracing her belly. Only then did Jonathan seem to realize he'd said the wrong thing. His tone shifted as he scrambled to patch things up. "I-If it weren't for Nat's accident back then… That's enough. I'll pretend none of this happened today. Just go back to Colline delle Rose and stay there." "What accident?" Kelsey shrieked. "Didn't you send this woman to my father yourself? And I'm not going back. What's so great about that broken-down estate anyway?"