Left Behind Tv Series Novels & Stories

Little did he know that I had taken Ayden and left for foreign shores a decade ago, back to the stronghold of our family. Derick, lost and searching, was instead found by Jasmine. 10 years had turned Jasmine into a shell of her former self, robbed of her fertility and plagued by a severe mental disorder. Once she found Derick again, she would not let go. From lovers to sworn enemies, they lost everything and lived only to torment each other. Soon after, tragedy struck in Derick's home: a shooting that left both dead. Rumor had it that Jasmine, in a fit of madness, decided if she was going down, Derick was going too.

"You're overthinking it. I just didn't want the itinerary I made to go to waste. We're no longer a couple. Keep following me, and I'll call the police." I turned and walked away. Behind me, he stood frozen, clearly at a loss. However, after a dozen steps, he suddenly rushed forward again and blocked my path. His eyes were burning with anger and unwillingness. "I already got rejected from White Group. Everywhere I go for interviews, people look down on me. Are you really going to abandon me too?" Before I could respond, a tall shadow suddenly wrapped around me from behind. I looked up—it was Timothy. He pulled me into his arms, then glanced at Elias with a cold laugh. "You don't leave trash s

She hated Carlson for ruining everything for her, so she gathered a few Rogues and secretly sneaked back to Moonshadow Tribe and broke into the cave. Carlson had already lost all his powers as the Alpha, and he was no match for the pack of Rogues beating him up. In the end, he was beaten into a pulp and left to die. While on the verge of death, he stared at the two figures holding hands on the cave wall and closed his eyes with a satisfied smile on his lips. Neil contacted me after much effort, crying and begging me to come back and visit Carlson for the last time. I felt silent for a long time after learning about the news.

Chapter 2: The Beginning --- Still at Alexander Kingston’s mansion, Elena felt quite puzzled when she was led walking quite far toward the back of the mansion, where there was something like a small house near the garden. Its location was almost close to the small forest that indeed stood behind the mansion. When she turned to look behind her, Elena could clearly see from a distance that Alexander was still standing behind the glass wall of the study, as if wanting to make sure that Elena would enter the room that would become her place in that mansion.

No grief runs deeper than a heart that has already died, and in that moment I accepted it. Penny hadn't run off in a fit, hadn't left to sulk. She truly was never coming back. And then an even more terrifying thought surfaced in my mind. What if she meant to end her own life? I couldn't waste a second. I went to the Beastkin Authority. “I need to find my wife. She left home, and I'm afraid she might hurt herself.” The staff immediately pulled all the surveillance from the past several days, and sat with me watching from daylight into the dead of night.

I look in his eyes as I say it. He smiles back “ I love you too.” He replies. I start to leave the room taking my popcorn bowl to the kitchen and I see him start to settle back into the couch turning the TV to a game. He also now has his phone out and he’s typing a message to someone with a smile on his face. I stand in the doorway for a few moments just watching him. I can’t help but feel like I’ve lost him and I just don’t know what to do. ++

“Melody, quick! Come over. We’re waiting for you!” “Coming.” I looked away and strode over to them. Everything from the past felt like pages turned in the book of my life. I still had a long way to go, and I would not stop for anyone anymore. After a year, I was in the Sahara Desert when I received a call. It was from Gregory’s legal representative. “May I speak to Ms. Shins? I regret to inform you that Mr. Beckham passed away from stomach cancer half an hour ago.” He told me that Gregory had left a will and bequeathed all of his assets to me.

Alessia picked it up. Her name was written on it. Again. Another message. Another secret. She opened it slowly. Inside was a photograph. Her. Lorenzo. Six years ago. The night everything ended. But this was not a photograph she had ever seen. Because in the background stood someone else. Someone who had witnessed their final goodbye. Someone who knew the truth. On the back of the photograph were six words: You left because they made you. Alessia's hands began to shake. Lorenzo looked at the photograph.

“I don’t care anymore. I have friends now. I’m sure you made plenty in London.” She didn’t look affected at all. The coldness of it actually made me shiver. “You’re being immature.” “You’re an asshole.” “Watch your tone. I’m still your boss.” “My apologies, Mr. Montgomery,” she said, quiet now. “Don’t I get a welcome-back hug?” I asked, hoping, now that we’d finally said something real, she’d give an inch. Jasmine Ray and Japheth Montgomery were best friends before they were anything else — before four years of silence turned two children into strangers wearing grown-up names. Then he comes home. As her boss. Japheth is handed a company in crisis, a rival who wants to watc

Are you trying to kill him? Vera kept her head down, saying nothing, letting the doctor berate her. "And this!" The doctor slammed a file down in front of Vera. "We found this in his bag." "Three years ago, he had five hundred thousand saved for his surgery. He didn't spend a cent of it on his own treatment. He transferred every bit of it to an account called 'Quinn Charity Fund'. "Do you know that was his entire inheritance from his father?" Vera’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with disbelief. "No... that’s impossible..."