Go Away Green Novels & Stories

“Get out.” “Zara, please,” Mrs. Williams started. “I said get out!” “Zara.” Green moved closer to me. “Just hear them out. Please. Five minutes. That’s all they’re asking for.” “Why should I? They don’t deserve five seconds of my time.” “I know. But maybe you do. Maybe you need this closure as much as you needed it with Katy.” I wanted to refuse. I wanted to physically throw them out myself. But Green’s eyes were pleading, and I trusted her judgment more than my own anger right now.

You really don't know? Green was silent for a moment. Afterward, she placed several hundred thousand bills on the table, and hurried away from Regita. "Green, where are you going?" "I'm leaving, Ta. thanks for all your information."

After dinner, Levi drove me back to my apartment. Back in the apartment, I looked at my belongings, found a black trash bag, and stuffed everything inside. As I went downstairs, I was surprised to find Levi still standing there, having not left. Our eyes met, and Levi spoke first: "What's all this?" My heart skipped a beat, but I quickly said, "Some useless stuff." Levi reached out his hand to me: "Give it here, I'll throw it away for you." I looked at him and suddenly smiled: "Thanks."

He clutched it, eyes burning. "Was yesterday's trash cleared out?" "It was cleared, sir. It's already been transported to the transfer station outside the estate." Greyson's face went rigid. "Where is it? Take me there. Now!" The car sped through the night, carrying them to the garbage transfer station. The air reeked of fermented rot, thick and sour. The moment the servants stepped down, Greyson plunged into the chaotic heap of waste. After a frantic search, a faint reflection caught his eye, glinting through the grime.

Dr. Green smiled moving away from the door. He hadn’t mean to eavesdrop, he just happened to walk past and heard their voices. He hurried to his kitchen, brewing some coffee. For them. Barely able to contain his smile. “We’re leaving, Dr.Green..” Dixon announced from the door. Dr. Green turned to them, standing by the door of the kitchen. He looked down at their intertwined fingers. “So soon, stay for some...” “We’ve a lot of things to do. Thank you for everything.”

"You make me sick! If you want to leave me, just say it. There's no need to make such a mess of things." Alanna smiled faintly beside him. "Let me take care of trash like this. Don't let her ruin your deal."

“We move forward—with the wedding, and with Italy. I have a plan.” She dropped the folder onto the desk with the kind of precision that made Sal raise an eyebrow. My father leaned back slowly. Gio didn’t move, but I felt the flicker of interest in the room shift—like she'd just changed the entire script and made herself the lead. “You came with a plan?” Sal asked. She smiled. “I came to win.” GreenLee didn’t sit. She paced toward the end of the long table, heels clicking like punctuation marks. “We leave Monday,” she said. “I’ll be on a flight to Italy by dawn—and Sam’ll be beside me. No press, no fanfare. Just a clean break.”

Meredith, we can start over. "But can Caleb come back to life?" Mom's voice stopped abruptly. She looked up at Dad blankly. After a while, like an old machine, she slowly lowered her head and stood. "...I'm sorry. "Truly, I'm sorry." She signed the divorce agreement and left Dad's home, limping as she went. Serena leaned against the doorframe and pretended to ask casually, "So... tomato pasta tonight?" I floated over to stare at her strangely. I clearly remembered they had not bought any tomatoes today.

The scent of cinnamon, butter, and basil danced through the crisp autumn air of Bellwood Falls. After nearly four years in Tuscany, Amara and Luca had returned not permanently, but for something big. The town square was strung with lanterns. Booths lined the cobbled streets. Kids chased each other with paper chef hats. And in the middle of it all, a hand-painted sign hung between two oak trees: “The Whisked Away Festival, Love, Food, Family.”

Mine was to where my parents lay. Maybe he felt the weight of my gaze, because Bobby turned around. His eyes landed on me. Too late to look away. "Bella? Did you change your mind? Are you coming to Cranburn with us after all?" He strode over quickly, glancing down at my suitcase with a presumptuous smile. "Bobby," I said. "I'm going abroad for an academic program. I won't be joining you this time." He clearly didn't like that answer. But before either of us could say more, Audrey rushed over.