Holding On For Dear Life Novels & Stories

She only told her that Noah would come back, which was why Mom had been waiting for him so eagerly. Grandma knew that the medium's secret methods were fake from the very beginning. There was never a child who managed to exchange lives on the east side of the village to begin with. The idea of trading lives had always been nonsense, and she had never believed in it. But when Mom became fixated on getting Noah back, she still told her a white lie to comfort her. Then, I fell off the cliff. When the doctors said that there was no hope, Grandma decided to place her hope on something she never believed in.

I mutter, “is Bethany ok?” He turns to me, a bemused look upon his tired face, “yeah she seemed to be when I checked on her earlier, why you ask?” I shrug, “just a feeling…” He nods, “I’ll give her a text. Just make sure alright?” “Please.” Holden appears on stage looking grim and disappointed, “Greetings everyone. We are here unfortunately on a sore note today. Our future Alpha, my eldest son, Deacon was recently taken hostage and tortured by a member of our own pack.

Let the ending do its work. Around her, bodies shifted. Coats rustled in a low tide. Someone cleared their throat—unnecessary drama. A child kicked the pew twice, then stopped by a parent’s steady hand. Ordinary sounds stitched together into something complete. The scrape of rubber boots. The hush of wool against wood. The click of a cane. These became Sunday’s finale: small, reliable instruments. When it was time, Celeste stood.

The comments floated by. [Oh no, the male lead is playing the nostalgia card.] [Villainess, don't soften! He took the heroine to see the aurora!] [But that photo is so sweet. I'm crying too.] [Sweet? How does he explain the aurora?] [Didn't you see him say it was work?] [Work required them to see the aurora alone? Stop defending him.] I turned my phone face down on the nightstand and closed my eyes.

I frowned and looked at Francis in annoyance, refusing him. "I don't need it." "There is 100 thousand dollars in it. No password needed," Francis continued smugly. "I'm giving you this because of the past we shared. Take it to improve your quality of life. Live better, and learn to love yourself. Don't keep holding on to the past. It's time to let go." After he was done blabbing, he tried to shove the card into my hand.

He claimed he knew he was wrong and was willing to spend the rest of his life making up for it. How laughable. He wanted to make up for his mistakes? With what? His worthless life, or that filthy heart of his? I sat in my office, handling the last document. Right then, a news alert popped up on my phone. "Former Lucky Charm, Nerina Larson, Dies in Mental Asylum." I switched off my phone, rose to my feet, and walked toward the window. The world outside was vast and full of wonder. I would carry my family's glory as I continued to forge ahead. No one would ever disrupt my life again.

“Why should you be the one to buy it? I’ll pay more.” As soon as Leo said that, the agent looked like he had just won the lottery. Max sighed with exasperation and said, “Let’s not fight over it. I’ll put your name on the deed, we’ll split ownership.” That finally shut Leo up. When the keys landed in their hands, the weight in their chests finally eased. Meanwhile, Ella sat nearby, clutching her leg in pain, but neither of them had the mind to comfort her. They simply gave instructions to their men.

Theo was on the phone, speaking in a voice filled with concern. "Don't worry, son. Just rest and recover overseas. I've already spread the news about Hank kidnapping you. Your mom and I have everything ready. We'll feed it to him once he wakes up." The fear that I'd been reining in crashed into me like a tsunami. I knew the bottle of pesticide before me better than anything else. They were going to feed me the same thing that had killed me in my last life.

Goodbye. When I heard him, bitterness filled my heart. I couldn't refrain from going closer to him and touching his face. As I watched my hand passing through his face, I suddenly remembered that I was a mere ghost now. I floated toward him and traced his facial features. It was good enough if I could just look at him a bit longer. Rosalie was clearly agitated after listening to him. With her arms extended, she stood in his way. Her eyes reddened, and she started saying whatever came to her mind. "Leo, Heidi's dead! She died! Just forget about her!"

Stefan was a rock, just as expressionless and cool. I tried wrenching free but then he grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall. Just then, the door swung open revealing a red-haired lady, who apparently was wearing the same heels I saw a couple of hours ago. “It’s Gerald on the line, and he says he’s important news,” She said. At that moment, it all made sense. The red-haired girl was probably a secretary girl at the office. Why do I even care? I heard him inhale deeply before sighing, his hand falling from my face.