Novel & Cerita Good At Goodbye

"You don’t know how lucky you are! She’s got a face as stunning as a movie star." "It’s not just her face; her body’s even hotter than the porn stars on OnlyFans!" "Even if she’s a goddess, once you’ve seen her sitting on the toilet seat straining, her face all red, you won’t be able to get it up anymore." Dylan shrugged. "If you’re not into her anymore, let me take a chance, let me make a move…” "Oh? You like Lydia?" Dylan turned to his friend and said, "If you really wanna do it, I can give her to you. I’m bored with her anyway."

The room erupted with laughter. Louise, hearing the jest, was overjoyed, playfully grabbing Andrew's arm. "Hey, don't be so tough on Lina. She's not like me; she hasn't traveled much or met many people. The fact that she's willing to bury her nose in books shows she's got ambition!"

Seriously, if he really cared about me, would he play the comparison game when I was feeling like death warmed over? "Oops, Harriet's allergic, my bad, totally slipped my mind," Yvonne cooed, her words dripping with fake pity. "I just love seafood, and Lucas, bless him, he's always going along with it." I just flashed her a tight smile and shot back, "Yeah, he's super considerate of you." Lucas's face turned stormy, and he slammed his cutlery down like he was trying to make a point. Mad? I was just calling it like I saw it. What was he mad about?

Not even an echo bounced back. Just then, the sound of a door opening came from his end, followed by Gianna’s voice, filled with thrill. “Lorenzo! Marco said that the seller for the Tribeca penthouse is going to give us two more weeks. Can we check out the place tomorrow?” His heartfelt confession came to an abrupt stop, his voice dripping with doting affection. “I just got stitches, sweetheart. Alright, alright, don’t get upset. It’s my fault. I’ll go with you tomorrow.”

This time, I had been given something I didn't intend to waste. I would cherish those who were truly good to me and take my future firmly into my own hands. —The End

“After this, no more delays. Tonight. Private ceremony. Just us. Then I’m knotting you until you can’t walk.” Tears slipped down my cheeks—happy, relieved, free. “Yes. A thousand goodbyes to everything before. Hello to you.” He kissed them away. “A thousand goodbyes.” We stayed locked on the table, hearts hammering in sync, while the city hummed outside and the bond sang its final, unbreakable note. I was Alisa Moretti. I was Kael Draven’s mate. And I had never been more free.

"When we go to hell . . . I'll never see any of them again . . . Let me say goodbye." Adom sighed as he pulled Win closer to him. "Alright."

I walked past him, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the close button without the slightest hint of reluctance. I arrived at Blair's house half an hour later. I told my best friend about my miscarriage. She hugged me and comforted me, coaxing me for hours. I never once bothered texting Caleb the entire time. Instead, he sent me a text consisting of a single question mark. I ignored it. He shot me another text the following day, saying, "The breakfast they serve out here tastes horrible." Blair, who was sitting at the dining table and enjoying breakfast with me, regarded me with unconcealed bewilderment before blurting, "I can't believe you're still here! You actually stayed here instead

Everett scooped up a hammer from the floor, glaring daggers at the guy with specs. "Utter one more peep, and believe me, I'll crack your skull open." The cabin went dead quiet, except for the guy's bitter, ragged breathing. Annie peeked out from behind Everett, grinning like the cat that got the cream, and gave her haul of designer goodies an extra little flaunt. She snuggled up to Everett and, as she breezed by me, murmured, "Thanks a bunch for hanging tight, Daniela."

She's cold-hearted! "And I was right. You've been married for so long, and she can't even give you a child! "I think Sophie is much better. She's got a good personality, unlike Isabella, who always looks so gloomy, like we owe her millions! "And most importantly, Sophie seems like she'd be able to have kids."