He's Never Failed Me Yet Novels & Stories

"Is he a ghost?" "That's the word people use when they don't understand what they're seeing." Juno turned from the window. "He's trapped. Bound to this place by something that happened a long time ago. He can't leave, can't die properly, or do anything except exist in this weird in-between state, waiting." "Waiting for what?" "For someone to remember him." Juno moved closer, their voice dropping to barely above a whisper. "For someone to love him enough to set him free, or to stay with him. The rules are fuzzy on that part."

"Mommy!" My chest tightened. I wanted to tell her not to touch me, that I was dirty. A loud thud echoed behind me. I turned and saw that Hanson had collapsed onto the floor. His eyes were red and locked on my body, like he couldn't look away. "M-Melody?" His voice shook, raw and broken. He recognized me. I suddenly remembered something he once told me. No matter what happened, no matter how I looked, he would always recognize me at a glance.

"Here's what you don't get—while you were so busy making up for what you missed, you ended up throwing away what you actually had." He froze. Before he could speak, I pushed him out into the hallway and closed the door. He stood outside for a long time. Eventually, the faint sound of his footsteps faded down the hall. I leaned my back against the door and took a long, deep breath. The tears finally fell. I wasn't crying out of sadness, but because a profound sense of relief washed over me—I had finally let him go. My phone buzzed with a WhatsApp message from Austin. "Do you want to go watch the sunrise at Seacester Avenue tomorrow? It's been a long time since you've seen a Southville sunrise

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A song that had given me hope and helped me survive until Daniel could rescue me. He began singing as I sat frozen in my seat. His voice was soft and beautiful, hitting each note perfectly as he softly strummed his guitar. “Look into my eyes, you will see, what you mean to me. Search your heart, search your soul, and when you find me there, you’ll search no more. Don’t tell me it’s not worth tryin’ for. You can’t tell me it’s not worth dyin’ for. You know it’s true.” He raised his green eyes and they locked onto me, burning into me as his words spoke into my soul. “Everything I do, I do it for you.”

*Flashback* Third time wasn't the charm so the fourth time had to be right? Well that was what he'd told himself. He was never one to give up so he wasn't going to do that. He was going to keep trying. Besides, Sandra was great. She was nothing like the others. She was confident, she knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go for it. She was sassy and took no nonsense. He'd be lying if he'd said he hadn't found that attractive. Not to mention she was easy on the eye too.

"Well, dear every time I love you You happen to be in and out of my life, in and out my love Tell me if you actually love me don’t go, in and out of my life freaking me out my darling Love has never felt so good " - Justin Timber ft. Michel Jack – “Love Has Never Felt So Good” Hunter I sit for hours on the bed in the suite without moving. A dream that has ended tragically and irreparably. I have never cried so much in my life. I really wanted to be world champion with my team and I wanted to see every Spaniard celebrating victory in every way possible.

Oh fuck. Don't fail me now!

He entered the room, his hand casually tucked into a pocket. "Well, I was expecting a warm welcome, but your current state is quite intriguing," he quipped, a mischievous grin adorning his face. His gaze lingered on me, analyzing my demeanor. Internally, I yearned to wipe that grin off his face, but I restrained myself. We've shared a bond since childhood, and our history runs deep. When my father passed away at sixteen, Uncle George stepped in, and Blake and I became inseparable. Despite our contrasts—his lively persona and my preference for solitude—, we've remained best friends.

he had answered. I had no idea that I had jinxed myself. He failed to save me from Sophia's hands. But in truth, my days were already numbered, though I never realized it.