Leave The World Behind Book Novels & Stories

Once everything was finished, Lucas personally drove her to the airport. “Cecilia… can’t you stay? Please.” She looked back at him but avoided answering. Instead, she said calmly, “Lucas, congratulations. From today on, the Paterson family will be the only one of the five great families left in this city.” Everyone would pay for what they had done. She turned and walked toward the boarding gate without looking back. From this moment on, Marcus and she would go their separate ways. And neither of them would ever look back.

' They'll wish we'd taken them out with a single bullet. I returned his smile, pulled my child closer, and walked back to the comfort of our home. It was not long before Derick and Jasmine were locked away. With the White family's 'special care,' their time in the slammer was a living nightmare. By the time Ayden turned 10 years old, the worn-out pair was released. Derick's first move as a free man was to divorce Jasmine and try to track down Ayden and me. Little did he know that I had taken Ayden and left for foreign shores a decade ago, back to the stronghold of our family.

I got to the Warwolf pack's border checkpoint in the middle of the night. As soon as I handed over my travel pass, I spotted Dad smiling and waving me over. I got into his car, noticing a big bag on the seat, stuffed with all my favorite candies and pastries. Mom was sitting beside me, unwrapping a piece of candy before popping it into my mouth with a happy smile. When I noticed the faint lines at the corners of Mom's eyes, everything I'd been holding back just came pouring out. "I never want to leave again. I just want to stay with you and Dad forever."

They burst into laughter, a distinct ringing in the background. Claire woke up to the sound of her alarm clock and turned it off. She laid back on her bed but she knew she couldn't go back to sleep again. She lazily stretched and got out of bed. As she washed her face, her mind flitted back to the dream she had. She started having weird dreams after the divorce. Dreams where she witnessed a couple during their affectionate moments. It was as if the universe was taunting her.

So, he commanded his troops to retreat. “Let us go back to the golden city”, he shouted. Commander Augustin could no longer see his enemy. The light made his eyes hurt. They have no choice but to leave. As Kris release the great energy, she teleports everyone to the unknown kingdom. Soon after, the sky Kingdom begun to gradually disappear. The poor paradise was totally vanished forever in the map of Agartha. Kris knew that the enemy did not die but at least, she saved her friends life and most importantly, Adam’s life. Kris could not imagine what will happen to her if ever she will lose Adam forever.

The stories, however fragmented, painted a portrait of a richer, fuller existence, one vastly different from the harsh reality of our own. The stark contrast between the world depicted in the book and our current surroundings was palpable. The book’s vivid descriptions of lush forests, clear skies, and bustling cities were a world away from the radioactive ruins that surrounded us. It was a reminder of the potential of humanity, a testament to what we had lost, and a beacon of hope for what could still be.

"Give me one more chance… I've already sent Demi abroad. If you come back with me, we can start over…" "You can't go back," I cut him off. "Everyone only gets three chances to cross between worlds. You've used all of yours." The color drained from his face. He went still, like something had locked around his throat. "That's impossible… You're lying…" "If you don't believe me, go try." Before I finished, he was already on his feet. He stumbled out into the night, chasing something that no longer existed. After that, Liam never showed up in my life again.

He gently grabbed my sleeve and asked if he would ever see me in the future. I shook my head. I turned and walked away quickly, not once looking back at him. So that day, one went up the mountain and the other took the route by the river. That’s how we said goodbye, and hoped that our paths never crossed again.

“But breaking something doesn’t erase it—it just changes what it becomes.” He held me close, and for the first time since stepping into the veil, I let myself lean into his warmth. My body was trembling—not from fear, but from the sheer weight of what I’d seen. “We have to leave,” he said quietly. “Before this place eats itself.” I nodded. The path back wasn’t a path at all, just the pull of the world calling us home. The veil resisted at first, like a living thing that didn’t want to let go. But eventually, the cold gave way to warmth, and the mist around us began to thin.

Mom and Dad have been divorced for ten years. One day, I come across a discussion thread. "Are all children of divorce having it hard?" I join the discussion. "Not always. Personally, I'm living pretty decently. After my parents' divorce, my sister and I were separated—one of us went to live with our paternal grandparents, and the other with our maternal grandparents. "For the last ten years, my parents have visited me once a year. Although they usually only stay for a few days, I can tell that they still love me." Within a minute, someone replies to my comment. "Girl, are you sure? My parents are divorced as well, but they can't bear to leave me at all. I've been with them since I wa