Getting Over You Novels & Stories

“If I have to do a trial, I’m never going to move on from this. I gave him six years, and I never got his love. I know it’s time to let go and walk away, and that’s what I’m doing.” “Where are you moving to?” My mom pressed. “I’m not ready to tell you that information yet. We all know, you tend to say things you don’t mean to when you're upset or excited. I need to wait for all the moving pieces to come to a rest before I worry about telling you,” I answer. “You are just like your brothers,” Mom huffed in frustration.

“But come back stronger. Love makes you weak only when you don’t understand it. But once you do… it makes you better. And I want you to move back here, it feels empty.” Luke nodded. He stayed for a few hours before leaving the estate that night. Things were actually turning okay for him.

"Let's get this over with." ***

Even as blood dripped down his face, he gritted his teeth and said, “No, Mia! I’ve finally found you. If you don’t come back with me, I’m not leaving. “Since I lost you, I’ll win you back. As long as you’re not married, I’ll never give up. I’ll keep pursuing you relentlessly until you fall in love with me again!”

But she remembered one thing clearly: When she’d asked, “What about tomorrow?” And he’d said, “I’ll still want you. Even if you still hate me.” Her stomach twisted. She reached for her coffee. Then opened I*******m like an idiot. The post hit her like a punch. Layla Williams – @LaylaLuxe_ Selfie. Full glam. Caption glowing with curated heartbreak. “Starting over is hard. But letting go of something toxic? That’s healing. #Separation #Freedom #NewChapter”

Instead, I pointed at my heart and said firmly, "I'm already dead on the inside." Elaine was clearly stunned. She just stared at my chest in a daze. I took a deep breath. Then, I flashed her a knowing smile. "Elaine, the love that can be stolen so easily is not true love. Since you love William that much, I'll just give him to you. I hope that both of you can live happily ever after." After that, I got into the car. I would never return to this home… ever again. "William Blackburn, you and I are done," I thought.

The world outside continues, unaware of the trap I have walked into, the danger I am in, the power I have underestimated. I rise again, forcing myself to my feet, trying one last time, testing my luck, testing my charm. I step toward the nearest guard, flash the practiced smile, tilt my head, let my voice drip with playfulness. “Surely there is some way to let me out, just for a moment,” I whisper, leaning closer, brushing his arm again, hoping that instinctive, human desire to please, to obey, to avoid conflict, might sway him.

I stared at her and coldly answered, "The truth is… I forgave you a few days ago. I already knew your secret. That room? I opened it. I saw everything inside. "I really wanted to leave you, but you brought me to the venue and made me think you wanted to marry me. I almost wanted to forgive you… But then, you took Gregory's hand and made me a laughingstock in front of everyone. "That was the last time I'd forgive you. You missed it, so there won't be another chance." When I finished speaking, I felt a weight lift from my heart. All the obsession I had carried for Lauren finally vanished. From now on, I would never feel sad over her again.

Thinking back to my experience in the world, I shook my head. “I’m not going back.” The only thing on my mind was going home. The System didn’t push me since my quest was complete. With the reward taking hold, the damage from the car crash on my body was undone. My parents called him, their voices thick with emotion when they told me they’d won the lottery. I stepped into the house, only for my pet dog to jump into my arms. My parents were already waiting with dinner on the table. Life was normal again. During the final check-in, the System reported that the four male leads had shifted the blame onto one another and fought over my death. The world fell apart as a result.

“You don't know how I feel, Mother, not one bit.” “Lina,” My teeth dug into my lips, forcing back the crystal as I fought not to let them down. “I know, Mother, I know what you are going to say, the same old tale, the one I have heard over and over again, and I know you will never get tired of saying it, but I can't help it.” “ You have to get over him. It is a necessity; we can't help it.” “Why?” My tone came out feebled, in a whisper while I waited for an answer because there had to be one.