Gerard Way Three Cheers Novels & Stories

Of course, he served her diligently. Carl asked, "Ms. O'Reiley, I haven't got to play with you for so long. I miss you dearly. Are you here tonight to find me?" Kerrigan patted him on the head and said, "Dummy. At your fine young age, you should be looking for one in your college. I'm already an old lady. I can't always be taking all the young ones, can I?" With that, she turned to me. "Charles, is it okay for me to visit your room tonight?"

The problem wasn’t over yet, but at least he’s gone for now. I turned slowly to face him again. His gray eyes, sharp and cold, were fixed on me. For a split second, I felt exposed, like he could see straight through me and through my thoughts. “I… thank you,” I said quickly, bowing and forcing a smile. “And… I’m sorry for the trouble.” “That’s the third time,” he murmured, almost under his breath, before turning and walking away. I stood frozen in time for a moment, watching his facade fade down the hallway. The words echoed in my mind. The third time? My pulse skipped. Does he actually remember me? My chest tightened as I realized what just happened. Or am I just possibly overthinking thing

I feel bad for his friend. “Oh, I just got a drink actually.” It is a lame reply, and I cringe a little inside that I even said it. It is obvious I just got a drink they all seen the bartender hand it to me. Kendra links her arm with the taller guy and asks him to buy her a shot. He falls for Kendra’s charm and readily agrees. Both I and his friend step back giving them space to get to the bar.

Which brings us back to where we started. The third wedding. The moment everything changed. Standing at the altar in my white silk gown, watching Miles's face change as his assistant burst through the doors. Feeling my grip tighten on his wrist as he tried to leave. Hearing him say those words again: "Valeria has no one else. I have to go to her." But this time was different. This time, something inside me didn't just crack—it shattered completely. Because as Miles walked away from me for the third time, as I stood there listening to the whispers and feeling the pitying stares, I finally understood something crucial that I should have seen years ago:

His voice was hoarse as he said, "Please cancel the reservation." Martha nodded and stepped aside to let them leave. She exhaled with a sigh. "Lisa, this is the most I can do for you." Three days had passed since my cremation. Janice had just returned from a trip. Seeing Jasper and Casey sitting in the living room, she rushed over like always, wrapping herself around them. "Jasper, Casey, you've been so busy with work lately and haven't had time for me. I miss you two so much."

A family of three. The photos were arranged neatly in chronological order, from maternity shoots to his one-month celebration, all the way to Cody’s second birthday. As the so-called mother who had raised him for three years, I didn’t have a single proper photo with him. My entire body trembled as I stared at Dorian. "Three years ago, in the delivery room… The child I gave birth to… Where is that baby?" Dorian didn’t dare meet my eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed. His voice came out dry.

It stood at the northern side of the estate, tall trees surrounded it, the greenery here flourished, the perfect resting place for my baby. I dropped to the ground at the foot of his grave, "Lason baby,". I whispered, my voice trembling. "How is it up there? Is it warm? Are they kind to you? Goddess, I hope they are... because I failed you. I wasn’t enough." Tears stung my eyes, my throat constricting on its own. "I promised myself I wouldn't cry", I Muttered tearfully—forcing a smile. How couldn’t I cry when my world lay six feet below?

Today was supposed to be our third wedding anniversary. But we had never once celebrated it. Not even enough for me to remember it. I let out a long breath and finally replied to my friend. “He doesn’t need to file for a divorce. We never got our marriage license.” “What? You’ve been married three years, and Kit never made it official?” Her shock nearly blew out my eardrum through the speaker. Yes. The wedding was three years ago, and he had called off registering our marriage seventeen times.

He was just dancing in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by girls. "What's your name?" 'You're new here." "Your handsomeness is driving me crazy." Yes, three girls were surrounding him, touching him all over. But no matter how hard they tried, he wouldn't give in. He smirked and grabbed all the glasses from the tray the man in front of him was holding. He downed them one after another - a total of three glasses. "Chill, Cas!" Caspien finally heard Arkin's voice. He was laughing, still clinging to the famous actress from earlier.

Dewangga lied, trying to steady his shortening breath. Davian glanced at him briefly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. “Remember, you’re my companion tonight. Not Vivian. Focus.” Dewangga turned toward the main table, where Vivian sat beside her mother. She wore a stunning emerald gown, her face calm as if the storm that had struck her days ago had been nothing but a passing nightmare. But when their eyes met for a fleeting moment, Vivian gave a subtle signal—a small nod, almost imperceptible. It was the cue.