Miss You Novel Novels & Stories

Far from the noise, it felt like stepping through time—every mile quiet, unpredictable. Mountains, lakes, oceans, old ruins, crowded cities—they all stuck with me. And somewhere along the way, I met Mira Mendoza. Gentle. Strong. Like morning light. Her smile hit like a warm spring breeze, clearing out the last of the gloom in me. She was sharp. Effortless. I was all in before I knew it. I knew—she was the one I wanted for the rest of my life. *** I flew back. I missed home—and I already missed Mira.

Eliza's POV; Athena tried relentlessly to make me feel better, but it was of no use. I'm done with all the lies, all the hypocrisy, and fake love. I'm fed up with everyone and with everything. I had to lie to her and fake a smile that I was okay, but deep down I knew that a massive bomb of desperation had exploded inside me. She left a few hours ago, and now I'm on my way to Allen Avenue, number six. I'm going to see that old man, and he must help me.

I checked his browsing history, folders, and download records one by one until I opened the cache of a ticket booking app. My hand froze. One month ago. Tristan told me he was going to Northaven on a three-day business trip. I had even helped him pack his suitcase. But the booking record showed he hadn’t bought a ticket to Northaven. He had bought a ticket to Valoria, to the city of Silverridge. The departure time was one day earlier than Lena’s. The return time was two days after Lena went missing. The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped. I quickly shut down the laptop, walked back to the living room, sat on the couch, and picked up my phone, pretending to scroll through videos.

On a luxurious cruise ship, Lucas Lindt kissed his new bride, Hannah Snow, looking so in love. Cheers and blessings filled the air, but in my mind, a discordant voice from the System rang out. System: [Host mission failed. In half a month, you will be forcibly erased.] I watched Lucas, completely lost in the kiss, and a bitter smile tugged at my lips. In my original world, I had been terminally ill. After being transmigrated into this one, the System identified four targets for me to pursue. As long as one of them reached one-hundred percent affection for me, I would regain my health.

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I saw Kayden's name popped with some msg. An instant wide smile spread on my face. Excitement was nothing in comparison. Kayden: hey beautiful! Just wondering what you doin'? I miss you :( Aww, he misses me !! God, I'll die with heart disease. Without wasting a minute I replied quickly. Me: I miss you too :( watching gossip girls with Ruby. What are you up to ?? I was flashing bright smiles. I know I'm stupid. God everyone can be dumb or stupid when they are in love.

Her little hands go still. She blinks up at me. “Hi.” My throat tightens. “Hi.” “This is Missy,” Camile says, casually sipping her tea. “She’s three. Her favorite color is purple. She hates peas. And she thinks the moon follows her when she walks outside.” I can’t look away. Missy. Missy. The name thuds through my chest like a heartbeat. Camile lets the silence stretch before adding, “She also has your laugh. And your ears.”

“You were gone a long time.” I squeezed him, appreciating that he was there with me instead of on the streets with a target on his back. “It happens.” I kissed his neck then his chest, feeling the heat sear my lips like a hot pan did to meat. He was shirtless and pantless, completely naked, when he slid into my bed. This was what I’d wanted all night. “I missed you.” He’d said he would try to make this relationship work, so I should be patient and slow, but that was impossible with Theo. All my feelings bubbled from the bottom of the sea to the surface. I couldn’t contain it anymore, couldn’t pretend he wasn’t the man of my goddamn dreams, the man I should have been with in the first place.

He looked good. Time had been kind to him, even if I wished I didn’t notice. I had always envied his certainty, his unwavering direction. It was something I had never had, something I had lost with Patrick. Jesse had always been a harbor in the storm, a place of predictability that I had run to when everything with Patrick felt too chaotic. “I spoke to Missy,” he said, breaking the silence. “She misses you, but she has exams now.”

"Oh. Well, that's... I'll miss seeing you around." I picked up a book at random, one of those paperback romances with a couple embracing on the cover. The kind where everything works out in the end. "I'll take this one," I said. Mrs. Dang rang it up, then added a bookmark. "On the house. For your journey, dear." Back at the hotel, I sat on the bed with my new book and the memories of my goodbye tour. I hadn't gone to see Serena. That bridge wasn't just burned, it was scorched earth. There was nothing left to say to her.