Moving On From You Novels & Stories

Monroe, their team was the well-known basketball team during their college years, but after playing with them, there was no doubt they were good. "Zac, bring her home before this day ends. Take care of her." He firmly tapped my shoulder as I lightly bowed down my head in response to him. He looked back and forth from her hoodie back to mine. "Don't think it is the wrong way, Mr. Monroe. It was a coincidence." I may sound so defensive, probably the reason why he laughed about while looking at me and abruptly nodded his head in acknowledgment. "Dad, we'll go ahead. They were waiting for us." She slightly pointed up as if telling her dad that they were on the second floor as she was holding her

She was slightly puzzled and asked, "Does Dr. Vance know?" I shook my head. "It doesn't matter." She looked a little conflicted but still approved my resignation. "You're quite far along. It's best if you go home and rest." I simply thanked her and left without another word. I had scheduled an abortion at another hospital and would be leaving the city the day after tomorrow. Until then, I only wanted to focus on finishing my work and handling the handover. Nothing else mattered. Just as I thought I had everything in order, Carter started frantically calling out for me from the emergency room

"What are you doing?" "Do i look like I'm doing anything?" He inches closer resulting me to move back a little. "What? Are you nervous miss raspberry?" he kept inching closer and i keep moving back to the extent that I'm about to fall on the couch but he held me back in place but not moving. "Who is nervous? Me?" a small laugh resonate out of my lips. "I think you're now back to normal last time i checked you couldn't even move an inch from the couch. " his expression changes for a split second before he masked it with a smile.

I walked towards my dorm. Every now and then I stretch my stiff muscles because I am tired of working to help the nurse all day. It's been two weeks I haven't gone to campus. The reason is simple, I'm not in a good mood to study. Crazy indeed. .yeah, let's just call me crazy Ella. I chose to spend my time in the monastery -- helping out whatever I could to the nuns, no matter how broken my bones were. Super Junior's No Other is ringing loudly on my cell phone. .Yes, I just changed my ringing tone, it's still Super Junior's song to cheer me up.

off her finger. "Hades, I'm returning the ring to you. I don't want it. I don't want anything anymore. Let's break up."

Kelly declared, shifting the focus back to me. "To Zena, who moved to this town with nothing but has managed to make a life for herself here. You deserve everything good in this life, and I am so lucky that I got to meet you," Kelly toasted, her words bringing tears to my eyes. "Thank you so much, and I love you both with all my heart," I smiled, feeling overwhelmed with gratitude. "We love you more," Kelly said, pulling me into a hug. "Now it's my turn to speak," Noah announced, drawing everyone's attention.

, and the scene was chaotic. But none of it was related to me. With a wry smile, I stepped off the stage and returned to the dressing room alone. As I looked at the flood of congratulatory messages on the trending topics, I suddenly felt exhausted. Maybe it was time to put an end to this relationship. I sent Luna a message. [Let's break up. I won't stand between the two of you anymore.] As soon as I sent it, Luna called me. I didn't answer. Instead, I ordered a car back to my rented apartment and started to pack my things.

Tiara I’m not going to make any attempt to deceive myself that I’m moving on. I don’t think that’s how moving on works. But to be fair to myself, it’s only been two weeks and four days and I don’t think people move on that easily. It’s no surprise that Ryan didn’t reach out to me throughout those two weeks and it’s no surprise that there were no texts from my end either, that is, if you decide not to count that one sloppy text on the first week which would’ve been followed by a series of other sloppy texts if Melody hadn’t stopped me.

The pain lingered for an entire day, only subsiding late at night when the effects of the drug finally wore off. Her body was drenched in cold sweat, and her face was pale, completely drained of color. It was then that Zoe called. Summoning all her strength, Mia answered the phone. “Hello—” “Sweetheart, it’s me,” Zoe said, her warm, gentle voice bringing a faint comfort. “I’ve taken care of all the paperwork for your move abroad. When are you planning to leave? I’ll book your flight.” Mia lay on the floor, her eyelashes trembling. She wanted to say she would leave at sunrise. She couldn’t stand another minute here.

"YOU!" "YOU!"