Let Her Go Passenger Novels & Stories

Even now, just seeing the man-made lake made her a little scared. Matthew squeezed her hand in reassurance. "Don't be afraid. I'm here. I'll never let you get hurt." Just then, Anthony, Brandon, and Cameron came closer to the lake, with a young woman running after them. It was Tammy, who was crying. Her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, and she stumbled in her high heels on the pebble path. Still, she bit her lip and forced herself to keep up. "Anthony, Brandon, Cameron, I don't get to decide anything about canceling the engagement. Besides, I really like… Do you really hate me that much?"

His gaze flicked to her outfit, sharp but unreadable. “You’re going somewhere,” he said. Not a question. “Meeting a rep from Jharvis Company. At the café near the square.” “I’ll drive.” She considered arguing, but the stubborn set of his jaw told her it was pointless. So she nodded, and they headed out. The drive was quiet at first, the hum of the engine filling the space between them. Finally, Kelvin broke it. “You didn’t sleep much,” he said. Her eyes flicked to him, surprised. “How would you know?”

I watched as she walked out and dialed a number. That very night, a helicopter landed in the city plaza. A man stepped forward. “Mr. Grant, the helicopter you booked has arrived. It will safely deliver you to South City in thirty minutes.” I nodded, then handed him a sealed document envelope. “Deliver this to the wedding tomorrow,” I said calmly. “It’s my wedding gift to the bride and groom.”

It took her a whole day of sitting on a bus to get back to me. When she got out of the bus, she tripped and fell into the sludge. The drainage tube opening on her waist tore open, letting blood and pus dribble freely. I carried her to the town clinic on my back. When the doctor pulled her shirt up, the sight made me gag. There was a fleshy crater the size of an adult fist on her waist. It was a sign that she was missing a kidney. The surgical wound was sewn, torn open, sewn, and torn open again. The flesh was curled up, revealing the ligament within. My sister's skin was blackened and hardened, just like necrotic meat that'd gone through twelve sessions of punctures.

Once again, I had an episode. My best friend rushed forward and snatched the knife from my hand, her face twisted with resentment. "How long are you going to keep this up? You think you can act however you want just because you have depression? No wonder Nolan left you!" I froze. My best friend, however, looked relieved. "I should have told you sooner. Nolan specifically asked me to stay with you today because he was afraid you'd try to ruin his wedding to Evelyn." She blocked the doorway, looking self-righteous. "Let me make this clear. Even if you cut your wrists and died right here today, you still can't keep trying to come between them. So what if you once helped Nolan? After all t

The night before my flight home, my online dating partner texted me: [Tomorrow is our first anniversary. Shall we meet in person?] The moment that message appeared, the group chat filled with rich heiresses of the city that I had secretly snuck in exploded. [Congratulations, Wren! You’re at the last stage of your plan for revenge!!] Before I realized what was going on, a photo of me in my orientation days appeared in the chat. I was 340 pounds in the photo, my facial features were all squashed together, and my entire body was swollen beyond belief. “Whoa, Wren actually dated this piggy for one whole year all to seek revenge for Sean. Wren really loves Sean so much!” The group chat start

Dawn exclaimed, with her hands flying out of the window. Jodie stretched out her hands to turn the radio on all the way from the backseat, it was "I love you baby" by Frank Cinatra. This felt good. I unconsciously began to hum to the rhythm and before you know it, we were all singing out loud. Our voices filling the cool night air. It was just like a scene from one of those old movies, until Jodie tapped me. "Kleo," My eyes followed her arm to see what she was pointing at. A freaking truck was headed our way.

Her eyes darted, scanning the crowds. She reached into her bag for her phone in a hurry—and then accidently dropped it. She bend down. Quickly pick it up. Panic on her face. Her breathing is ragged. She just wanted one thing: To see that face, one more time. And then—At the far end of the departure hall… Heri took a breath, ready to step forward towards immigration. It is nearly 9:30. His pilot’s cap is on. His foot lifted—When— “HERI-KUN!!”

“I’m sorry, sir. They’ve already gone through.” His face drained of colour. “What do you mean… gone through?” “They boarded their flight.” She said softly. “Can you tell me where she went?” Roman asked, hope bleeding into desperation. “Please.” The woman hesitated. “I’m sorry, sir.” Her voice was gentle. “I can’t disclose a passenger’s flight information.” Roman stared at her as though he hadn’t heard correctly. “What?” “It’s private information.” “Please.” He stepped closer to the counter. “It’s very important that I see her before she leaves.”

She told me about her mother's strictness and how she yearned for fatherly love. … We talked until sunset. Before she was taken away by her driver, she asked me, "Will I see you again? I like you, and I want to become your princess." She truly thought she was just a child in this world. At that time, I smiled at her and said, "When we meet again, I'll become your prince if you have a castle. Princes and princesses are supposed to live in castles, right?" I even had the system take a photo of her silly smiling face.