Give Up Novels & Stories

Let it be irreversible. Let this end.

Not this time. This ends today.

Amy has gotten worse over the months, but these past few weeks have just been something else. "It's ok not to be strong all of the time, Christian. It's ok to talk, to feel and to lean on others when you need to. It's ok to let go of the past and create a new future." I keep looking at the floor while mulling over my next words. My mother is a smart cookie and doesn't miss much, she's also insanely good at reading between the lines, which while being a bonus most of the time, It can make hiding things from her almost impossible at times.

Or to take it easy? People who were easily satisfied could find happiness in just a delicious piece of bread. People who were not easily satisfied wouldn't be happy even a table full of delicacies were set in front of them, they'll still find something to complain about. She should let go of all her desires in order to set herself free from suffering. Give and take. You could only get something once you let go of another. She might see better days even if it meant letting go of Jasper Milton. It was time to give up on the relationship.

The other end of the line went quiet. I weakly nodded to myself. Without waiting for her to speak, I uttered, "I understand." That pause was as good an answer as I could have hoped for.

Want to let go anyway. Forgive me, grandfather.

When I remained silent, he reached out, snatched the Royal Decree from my hand, and tossed it into the air. He shattered it with his powers. Pieces of parchment fell before me. I gasped. “Rio, that was a Royal Decree! “You just want me to make a choice, don’t you? Well, I’ll say it now. Between you and Bayram, I’m choosing neither!” “Shut up!” Rio lost his composure and yanked my wrist hard. He desperately tried to find a shred of sincerity in my eyes, but the coldness in my gaze pierced his heart.

Standing in the rain, Gabriel suddenly asked, "And what if you do?" Hunter stopped in his tracks. Gabriel looked at him, his voice low and deliberate, "She isn't lost. She gave up on us."

The truth stabs deep, cold and unrelenting, as she takes in the sight before her. The tears she had fought to hold back finally slip down her cheeks, a silent testament to the pain clawing at her heart. A numbing sensation spreads through her body, freezing her in place, rooting her to the spot as if trapped in a twisted nightmare. She can’t look away from him, even as he breaks away from the kiss. Even as he turns, flashing that same smile, the same charm, towards others, never sparing her a second glance. Her lips tremble against the gag, a choked sob desperate to break free. Her mate… has just rejected her. Silently. Openly. Unforgivably.

“Did you just call me old, rebel?” She raises her eyebrows and purses her lips. “Never once did I use the word old. And don’t try changing the subject. There’s a difference between quitting and knowing when it’s time to move on. And if you feel like it’s time to move on, then you already know the decision could never be the worst thing for you.”