Novel & Cerita Lauren Spencer-smith Sad Forever

Zoya chided but Sahir chuckled. "And that's me. Poor little boy," He said. After a while, Sahir starts sobbing loudly seeing the old man Mr.Fredrickson's wife dying. "Sahir! It's just an animation" Zoya sighed. "She died. Now how he will live without her". He said controlling his sobs. "Sahir! " she patted on his back slowly. Sahir scooted closer to Zoya and hugged her sobbing hard. "God!!! I would not able to be live without you my love ~I can't even think about losing you ."

When Maria woke up from the hospital bed, she told Echo's parents that she wanted to be at her parents' burial at Arlington Place. She wanted to be with them until the last minute of the wake. She can't help but burst out crying every time she recalled what her parents' corpses looked like. Her heart was deeply broken. Her parents were so good to her and protected her since she was a child.

she urges me, doing her best to keep her voice low with all the excitement clearly bubbling inside of her. “Can we not talk about it here? He’s literally right in front of us,” I note, rolling my eyes at her. Lauren looks ahead, and then at me, nodding. “Yeah, and he’s looking at you.” I gulp, ignoring the weird sensation in my stomach. I shouldn’t like hearing that Spencer is looking at me while he has his bimbo glued to his torso, but alcohol is giving me the green light tonight. “That’s funny, Hayden once did a two-week internship in LA for this newspaper. Have you met?” My ears perk up when I hear my cousin, Sara, mentioning my name, and I look up to see what they are talking about.

At university she was all gloomy and dull. Ava and Caleb were continuously talking about Leon's birthday and a certain type of party they were so hype up about. They even asked her why she's dull and gloomy but her answer was a lie, 'headache!' They believed her and Caleb even got ready to leave so he could get her medicine but she didn't let him. Leon's birthday party is tomorrow night and both Caleb and Ava were being persistent to take her. She knows her father won't allow and sneaking out didn't feel appealing with all the sadness looming in her heart.

Daphne who was dressed in black walked in front of lauren , her eyes red. "lauren , don't be too sad. Uncle will definitely hope for you to be happy and we will always be there for you." "Thank you …" lauren 's voice was choked with emotions. Atlas also came. lauren looked at Atlas who had walked in front of her with misty eyes, and her tears fell. "lauren , please be merciful and don't hurt your body." "I know." "I still like to see you happy and carefree like before." Atlas said as he patted her..

“We have arranged a ceremony for them at night where we will put them to rest.” “Spencer, should be buried in the Luna spot next to my mother.” I don’t even try to stop the tears. “She was my Luna, it's only right.” I choke out. He looks down. “Spencer didn’t want to be buried, Wilder.” I feel shame take me over. I should have known her wishes, not him. I was her mate and I failed again. “ We have a funeral pyre being made ready for her tonight. She wanted her ashes to spread in the wind through the woods and mingle in with the place where the people she loved were present.” I process his words. Tonight? I’m not sure I’m ready to let go, to say goodbye yet.

She tapped her phone to call her friend Pamela, without saying anything, she just wanted her to listen, Incase, she never comes back, or she goes missing, Pamela, would know what happened to her. When she was sure, Pamela had picked the call, she summoned courage and asked. "Please where are we going? Mr Mendez was about to answer, but Lucious answered instead. "I am taking you to a grave yard, where I will bury you alive, because clearly, mal treating you, isn't going to break you". Lauren was scared she turned to meet the worried eye of Mr Mendez. He nodded his head, trying to communicate with her, through his eyes, that Lucious is just teasing, and all he just said, was a lie. She relaxed

Lauren strolled down the street with a smile plastered on her face. She could imagine the smile on Mr. Grumpy’s face when he sees her present. She felt so smug like he was standing right in front of her. It was her second time gifting something to the opposite gender. The first had been… Her smile fell as she thought of him. Raymond Spencer. Her first love, and just maybe, her only love.

My spirit was growing lighter, fainter, dissolving like morning mist. The debts of this life were settled. I turned and walked into the cycle of rebirth. The wind brushed past the headstone, carrying away the last trace of my presence. Claire. This life is over. We will never meet again.

“I failed you, my love.” Priya stood beside her, her eyes red, her hand gripping Lauren’s. “Lauren, you’re not alone,” she murmured, her voice thick. “We’ll get through this.” The cemetery was serene, its marble stones gleaming under the morning sun, mourners gathered in somber silence—Tom’s colleagues, friends, distant relatives, their eyes on Lauren, the grieving fiancée, the Langston heir. She stepped toward the casket, her voice a trembling plea. “Tom, I need to say goodbye.” Her hands reached for the lilies, her tears falling, her heart pounding. “I’m so sorry, my love.”