Leaving Novel Novels & Stories

For twenty-two years, I had been the only daughter of the Falcones. Everyone in the family held me in their hands. Underboss Leon Marchetti took a bullet for me. Consigliere Enzo Ricci stormed into enemy territory just to pull me out. Vice Don Darius Lombardi even swore in front of the Don himself that no matter what happened, I would always be the first person he protected. They spoiled me rotten, made me willful, and convinced me of one thing. No matter who I eventually chose as my fiancé, they would never leave my side. Until six months ago, when the real Falcone heiress, Bianca Falcone, came back to the family. Little by little, their time, their protection, all their care shifted t

The mighty moon watched over us, a silent witness to our love and the promises of a future filled with joy and endless possibilities. __________ Dear readers, What an amazing journey this has been! A whole year ago, I embarked on the adventure of writing this novel, and alongside the resilient Nesta, I have witnessed myself grow and let go of the fears that once bound me. It's been a transformative experience, and I couldn't be more grateful for your support throughout.

On the day Evan Carter was supposed to meet my adoptive parents, his phone was turned off all day. As my future husband, he had confidently promised me the night before that he would win my parents over. Yet even after the server had refilled our glasses for the sixth time, I still couldn’t reach him. A few hours later, I came across a post from Evan’s assistant, Maya Collins. In the photos, Evan was sitting on her family’s couch with bags of expensive gifts around him, keeping her parents company. The caption read: “My family has been pressuring me to get married nonstop. Thank you to my amazing boss for stepping in and pretending to be my boyfriend so I could get through this!” Evan

"It's okay, Guys. I don't want to be a bother to you all. I appreciate you all showing your trust in me. If you need anything, you can contact me." They said they would miss me. When I was leaving the floor, the female employee, Hailey, spoke out loud. "Cheaters should leave our department. I can't believe we were fools, living in a bubble. She used to be our main analyst! If she hadn't seduced Mr. Hayes and become his fiancée, maybe she would have been exposed earlier." Others agreed with her as they started to whisper about me. I ignored them and left the company. I walked alone in the street, feeling like a lost kid.

I slide it into the notebook and close it. The apartment feels suddenly unfamiliar, like I’ve already begun to detach from it. I move through the rooms slowly, touching nothing unnecessarily. At the door, my hand lingers on the handle. This is the moment where people make calls. Where they tell someone where they’re going. Where they leave a trace in case they don’t come back. I think of Leah again. Of her whispering, Don’t disappear. The irony is sharp enough to hurt. If I tell her, I don’t protect her. I make her part of this. If I tell anyone, I create leverage. I become predictable. I become trackable.

"Of losing you." The confession surprised him. She continued. "I didn't leave because I stopped loving you." Her voice became softer. "I left because I thought staying would destroy both of us." Lorenzo looked away. For years, he had believed she abandoned him. That she chose to leave. That their love meant less to her than he thought. Now he was hearing something different. "Why didn't you ask me?" The question broke her heart. Because she had asked herself the same thing countless times. "I tried."

His eyes had that familiar look—part adoration, part need to please. "You're our family. When you disappeared for three years, we were all so worried. That's why we're here…" I looked down. My voice was gentle but cold when I spoke. "Leo, I was never your family." "Don't say that! You've always been part of our family!" His tone turned urgent. I smiled, though it didn't reach my eyes. "If I was, why didn't you stop me from leaving when Talia threw me out three years ago?"

~Sienna~ The sound of a zipper sizzle in the air, Nova’s hurried footsteps pad loudly around the room. I can’t hide the delightful glow in my heart, a hidden joy over the fact that Lilian is finally leaving. She’s going back to whatever hellhole she crawls out of. Nova is leaving with her. My cheeks heat up, my eyes dance with secrets as I help with packing her bags. “You better don’t miss me too much while I’m gone, okay?” She winks, laughing softly, the waves of her hair swinging along.

I had made up my mind to leave that place and head somewhere far away. It was a choice I had made on my own. I wanted to get away from all those people and things and start a brand-new life for myself. "She's been asking to see you, insisting on one last meeting," the police officer said, looking at me with a hint of pity. "Will you go?" I stopped what I was doing with my hands for a moment. I remembered her in a white dress, smiling at me in the field, and the firm way she wrote the word 'quagmire' in her autobiography as she was dying.

She wrote until there wasn't a fairy tale lie she couldn't expose anymore. "The End," she wrote at the last page of her novel. Cathedra climbed atop her desk chair and hung a noose over the beams. She tied a knot firmly, making sure it was strong enough to fulfill its purpose. She slipped the knot over her head. She jumped and kicked the chair off. For a few minutes she struggled and fought for breath, the way humans were normally programmed to do. For a few minutes, she had enough time to reflect on her short-lived life.