Let This Grieving Soul Retire Novel Novels & Stories

I drove until the city lights disappeared behind me and the road turned to dirt. I pulled into the south docks and walked to the edge of the water. Same spot I executed Teresa and Mikey. Same place Gia told me that trust wasn’t earned by silence it was proven in blood. And God, I wished Gia was here now. Because I didn’t know what to do with this kind of ache. This wasn’t rage. It was grief. Reopened. Raw. Rotten. My burner vibrated. One word. Carmela. The message read:

Her resistance slowed. Faltered. Her strikes weakened until they became shoves. Then trembling hands. Then nothing at all. When she collapsed against him, it wasn’t surrender. It was what happened when the last threads of resistance unraveled. When fury bled out through her fingertips and left nothing but the echo of everything she couldn’t fight. Her body had run out of war. Her soul had no armor left to wear. It was grief made flesh. Pain given shape. And still, he said nothing.

She closed her eyes and let the tears flow, the silent tears of a woman who had lost her way, lost her family, lost her control. Hilaire, his heart filled with a sense of empathy and a sense of sadness, reached out and hugged Jaina, his arms wrapping around her, his touch a silent promise, his presence a silent vow. They stayed like that for a long time, two figures silhouetted against the setting sun, two souls grappling with the wreckage of their lives, two people who had lost their way, lost their love, lost their family. They retreated to their room, seeking solace in the familiarity of their shared space, their silence a testament to the unspoken truths that haunted their souls, their f

“I’d rather die with dignity than live a meaningless life! I was in so much pain those days!” Controlled by his genetics and crushed by his emotions, he was powerless. He could only watch himself become a burden to my family. Tears streamed from Miles’ eyes, and our family embraced each other, crying our hearts out. At that moment, I was grateful I had been reborn. I had completely changed both my fate and Miles’. This time, our family would not end up broken like it did in my previous life…

Holding onto him tightly, I finally allowed myself to fully surrender to the overwhelming grief that had consumed me. It didn't hurt that bad when I lost everyone, but now that I can't even see their faces or their smiles, they will never talk to me or cheer me up again. I'm alone with no one—no family, no love, no siblings, nothing. My body started shivering, not from the cold but from the realization. Tears streamed down my face as the weight of loneliness settled upon me, a heavy burden that seemed impossible to bear. In that moment, I understood the true depth of my loss and the profound emptiness that now filled my heart.

As I was walking out of the mansion, I saw them both kissing in the living room. I don't want to prolong my agony anymore... So, even though I'm not yet prepared, I left the mansion. I ran away faster. I heard Ethan calling my name, but I never looked back. I wanted to die already... because I know that my heart is already dead. While running through the roads, I was so busy crying that I didn't see a car coming in my direction. It was too late when I saw it. Before I could even run away, the car had already hit me, causing another painful experience.

A problem to be managed, then discarded. I didn't argue. I didn't plead. The numbness was back, deeper this time. A chilling void where fear and hope had once warred. I turned and walked away, my footsteps silent on the stone floor. Back towards my gilded cage. Back to being a ghost. The world outside the conservatory glass blurred into a smear of grey. Inside, the silence was absolute, broken only by the soft patter of rain and the sound of something precious finally dying within me. Lost. Not just lost. Dead. The world could have its perception. It had already consumed the reality of Novah Thorne. All that remained was the hollow shell, waiting for the inevitable final push into the abyss

How ridiculous! They had ruined me altogether, leaving me with only a battered life that was slowly slipping away. I curled into myself, trying to keep warm. Tears fell silently onto my body. I didn't know where I was. And even if I did, I had no means of moving. All I could do was wait for death to claim me. As the end neared, images from my past flashed through my mind. But I wasn't ready to die yet. Not like this, at least!

And in this lifetime, we'd never see each other again. Once my phone went dead, the only thing left for them was my maggot-ridden body and the farewell gift I had so carefully prepared.

I giggled and sank into the tidal wave of his love. The night stretched long, and so would our happiness. Not long after, I became pregnant. When Caleb and I visited our new villa, we saw Thomas and Juliet tending flowers in the park. Their old clothes were streaked with dirt. Adrian was nearby, drunk in broad daylight, with a crying baby beside him. Under the scorching sun, their former pride had long since vanished. Seeing me, they hastily pulled on their masks and hurried away with Adrian. Their aging figures were the very picture of desolation.