Novel & Cerita Moving On Without You Novel

I’ll finish the game first and come to the hospital later. The call disconnected. Each beep felt like something inside me breaking. When no one loves you, even dying wouldn’t matter to anyone. By the time I left the hospital, it was already evening. I called Ronan, wanting to talk about the divorce. He didn’t answer. Then suddenly my phone flooded with notifications from a group chat. I opened it. Brynn had posted a video. Ronan was at a karaoke bar named Nocturne, singing a love song to her.

The elders in the family are big on good omens, insisting we pick a nice date for the wedding for good luck. But after a fortune teller proposes nine potential wedding dates, Edward Colton turns every single one down. It's the tenth time now. Edward shakes his head yet again. I gaze at his handsome face and blurt out, "I think this date is perfect." Edward is busy scrolling through messages in his group chat, not even bothering to glance up at me. "This date won't work. Jolene and the others just mentioned they want to go to Hallibay for vacation. Turn down your mom's suggestion." I curl my fingers tight. His eyes remain fixed on his phone screen, as if he has endless conversations to t

VICTORIA'S POV "Dear diary, today is the last day of me being here. It's been exactly a year since the incident happened. I have been told that all my decisions are always impulsive and rash. But I am moving out of here to further my studies and maybe for a break too. Mom and dad would've wanted that, right? For me to live my life happily. I know I'll miss here, but I think I need a change of life and place, otherwise, I don't think I'll ever be able to get over the fact that both of them left me to fight in this world alone. I am moving with my aunt Marla to her town Pearly canines. The name's weird, right? But it is the closest to the university I once liked and will also help her look aft

Chris asked me; I raised a brow, “About what?” I asked, “Are you still moving back, or will you be heading back to New York?” I sat up and cupped his face, “Chris,” I said, “I’m not going anywhere. The book deal doesn’t change anything; I’m moving back home because I can’t imagine being apart from you any more than I have to.” Chris pulled me into another passionate kiss before we drifted to sleep, holding each other in our arms.

*A Month Later* I had to move again. Ever since I fled Blood Moon, I didn’t stay at a place for more than a few days. I was too anxious to stay put. My feet dragged. My bones were weary but I had to move. How long before the cursed alpha forgot about me? I barely had any money left and moving as often as I did, I could not get a job. Because of one man, I had to hide out in different dirty motel rooms, fearing for my life. I could barely remember that night but it still haunted me.

I still have six more days left before I could see him again. I sit on my chair, right outside our living room's balcony while I was finished reading this novel that Cameron gave me yesterday. It was a story that something I can relate to and I hated Cameron for giving me such book cos it had a wickedly heartbreaking ending. I had a cup of tea beside me as I fix my scarf and cardigan on me. I stare at the sky, tonight was already New Year's Eve and I was so sad that I can't spend it with Nick and he hasn't even tried contacting me which was the worst.

Not a word… just that. And it undid me.We left together, all four of us.No shouting, no slammed doors, no courtrooms or threats.Just a strange, broken quiet.But sometimes, broken things can still hold.Sometimes, they hold even more.And this? This was the beginning of something else.A signal in the dark and we were all listening now.As we stepped into the cold, no one said a word but Aaron didn’t let go of the book. I didn’t ask for it back maybe this was how it began, without grand gestures or perfect lines.

I never planned to return to this place again. For a moment, Derrick and Lilith were completely speechless. Then, as the shock settled in, Lilith's expression shifted to one of smug satisfaction, while Derrick's face twisted in anger—far from the relief I had expected. I went to my room, packed my belongings, and made my way to the exit. Derrick stood in the doorway and said in a low and icy tone, "Don't come crawling back when you regret this. You're about to start from nothing all over again."

Neither of them moved. They didn’t need to. The room had already fallen apart around them. --- Noah’s collapse wasn’t dramatic. It didn’t roar through the halls or crash like thunder. It didn’t demand attention with sobs or cries. It was quiet. Too quiet. A soft, eerie unraveling that crept in like fog under a door, like a ghost slipping through cracks in the walls. He barely made it to his bedroom, each step a battle, every limb weighed down by the gravity of things left unsaid. His hand brushed the doorknob with a kind of resignation, and when the door clicked shut behind him, it sounded more like surrender than privacy.

I was trying to catch a cab home to gather my things when Rosa, overhearing that I was headed to our old place, went on the attack: "Where do you think you're going? You're divorced, that's not your home anymore. "Pack your stuff and then get out, pronto." Sebastian just watched, his face a mask of indifference. He wrapped his arm around Rosa, pulling her close and cooing, "Yeah, throw the stranger out. You're my wife, and you're the only one who gets to stay." I said flatly, "I'm moving out now." I booked a hotel online as soon as I left the church. Back at the house, I started throwing my things into my suitcase.