Leaving Novel Novels & Stories

Somehow now I like living in a fantasy world I chose to sit on the balcony of my bedroom window, and leave my room lights not on, hey I drifted into the plot of the novel until I felt that right now I was the mate of an alpha. Hahaha this is why I can't get into a novel, I can easily imagine and make myself the main character

She looked at the brook under the bridge and said, "Some things should just flow away like the water under this bridge. I actually wanted to sneak away when your father's parents tried to split us up, but your father got on his knees before me and begged me not to leave. "He told me he would die without me. I believed him then, but I later realized that no one would die without anyone by their side. He doesn't need me to watch over him, and I don't need his charity. From now on, let's just act as if we died in that fire. As for you and Christopher…" I held her hand and leaned against her shoulder. "We have to let bygones be bygones. Christopher and I are now a thing of the past."

He deliberately trailed off, sliding his hand down Kelly's arm to grab her wrist. I sniffled, but as I stared at that hand that had held mine countless times before, I suddenly found that I had no tears to cry. My voice was a lot calmer and steadier than I had expected when I said, "No need. We're no longer an item, so I wish you two all the best." With that, I turned to leave. The smile on Zachary's face froze momentarily, but then he let out a scoff. "What's with the tough and stubborn act? You'll definitely come crawling back to me within three days. Anyway, I guess I'll just have to enjoy myself with my new babe for today."

Willow bumped into Jeffrey in the parking lot. Jeffrey seemed surprised to see her. He thought for a short while before walking over toward her. His eyes were deep as he asked, "Are you really leaving Nebula?" Willow hummed softly. "Yes. I'm leaving." She threw the box into the boot of her car and closed it. Then, she turned around and said faintly, "Thanks for your help the other night." Jeffrey looked closely at Willow's face. There was a faraway look in her eyes that concealed everything and revealed nothing. This was the Willow that he knew. Her fragile beauty that night had been nothing but a dream.

--- Elsewhere… Nelly Couldn’t Finish the First Page Nelly sat in her room, sadness weighing heavily on her face. She felt as if Naomi had taken Adel from her completely. She stepped out, hesitant, and stopped at Naomi’s door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle… then slowly turned it. The room lit up. It was neatly arranged. On the table lay a book Naomi had been reading. She approached and picked it up. The title read: “Your Eyes Found Me – A Novel” She turned off the light and left.

Sienna was satisfied, her smile was as bright as those roses on the balcony. I looked at her intently, and Rory shielded her. "You're moving out today. Don't make things difficult for everyone." I looked down. "Okay." My father had lost his power, and his company was in crisis. I was all alone now, and Rory no longer respected me. By evening, I had moved to a remote guest room. I took out the jewelry and bags Rory had given me and went to a luxury shop to sell them. I had bought many things from this shop before, so the sales associate gladly led me to the VIP room.

“Is there anything else you’d like to bring, Alessia? If you’re all set, we can leave.” I asked quietly, “Did you bring the new phone I requested?” “Yes,” she said, pulling the box from the car. “Here it is.” That was all I needed. I tossed my old phone aside without a second thought. Before sliding into the car, I stole one last look at the Packhouse, its lights flickering faintly in the distance—the place that had been my home, my love, my heartbreak. Goodbye, Max. Then I stepped into Riley’s car, closing the door behind me. “Let’s go.”

Shayle's POV I left the city without telling anyone. Not Lucien. Not Kieran. I turned my phone off before dawn and packed a small bag like I was running from a fire that had already burned everything down. I did not leave a note. I did not give myself time to hesitate. If I paused for even a second, I knew I would stay and keep destroying things. Going home felt like admitting defeat. But staying felt worse.

Past the office where she wrote a journal full of confessions I'll never forget. The elevator doors close. And I leave. --- The hotel is different this time. Not the one near the Seine — somewhere farther, somewhere anonymous. The kind of place where no one asks questions because no one cares about the answers. I sit on the edge of the bed, my bag still unpacked, my phone dark on the nightstand. Turns out leaving hurts more when someone finally made you want to stay. I thought I was protecting myself. Walking away before she could. Choosing the exit instead of waiting to be abandoned.

“When I was four, Dad—” Pete rushed forward and covered his mouth, pulling him away. That is to say, he had known her since he was four. My own child had kept it from me for over a decade. I smiled. Because at that moment, my last attachment to this family vanished. I no longer wanted any of them. I left. Completely left. The first few months after leaving myself were unbearable. I numbed myself with alcohol and gambling, enduring day after day. Then I went to the hospital, and the diagnosis came back.