Nearly Departed Book Novels & Stories

He would stride out before going in slowly. This moment continued till they slowly fell asleep and disengaged from each other. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please do check my new book "Contracted To The Mafia Brothers(18+)"

Neither pulled away. Lunch was simple, fresh fruit, bread, cheese, olives. They ate on the shaded lower deck, legs stretched out on the cushioned bench. He asked about the book she had been pretending to read for weeks. “It’s about a woman who leaves everything behind,” she said. “She walks into the sea and disappears.” He looked at her. “Does she come back?” Elena shrugged. “The book ends before we find out.” He smiled. “I hate books that do that.”

Then a staff member touched her arm. The moment vanished. Lena smiled. Turned away. And continued walking. --- By dusk they retreated. Nobody argued. Nobody wanted to stay. The place crawled under their skin. The false peace. The manufactured contentment. The smiles. God. The smiles. --- The bookshop basement was unusually quiet when they returned. People gathered around the central table. Waiting. Watching. Hoping. Bea hated being the one who had to speak first. She rubbed her hands over her face.

Each initial, a goodbye to the man he’d been. When he finished, Tessy closed the folder and extended her hand. “Good luck, Grey,” she said. “You’ll need it in obscurity more than you ever did at the top.” He shook her hand once. Firm. Final. “I hope you never need to look for me,” he said. “I won’t,” she replied. “Men who choose quiet rarely come back loud.” Grey left the building without looking back. Outside, the air felt different. Lighter. Like he’d set something down he’d been carrying too long.

' They'll wish we'd taken them out with a single bullet. I returned his smile, pulled my child closer, and walked back to the comfort of our home. It was not long before Derick and Jasmine were locked away. With the White family's 'special care,' their time in the slammer was a living nightmare. By the time Ayden turned 10 years old, the worn-out pair was released. Derick's first move as a free man was to divorce Jasmine and try to track down Ayden and me. Little did he know that I had taken Ayden and left for foreign shores a decade ago, back to the stronghold of our family.

I had made up my mind to leave that place and head somewhere far away. It was a choice I had made on my own. I wanted to get away from all those people and things and start a brand-new life for myself. "She's been asking to see you, insisting on one last meeting," the police officer said, looking at me with a hint of pity. "Will you go?" I stopped what I was doing with my hands for a moment. I remembered her in a white dress, smiling at me in the field, and the firm way she wrote the word 'quagmire' in her autobiography as she was dying.

Sadly, Nathan was in no mood to pop champagne anywhere five steps away from the Hevel Residence. He could only refuse. After the call, the doorbell rang. Since he was the one in the living room and the others were either in the kitchen, the garden, or doing errands outside, Nathan left his laptop after closing it. The cursed book, he also left there. Anyway, even if somebody opened it accidentally, nothing bad would happen to them. ‘Seems like it’s an actual visitor this time since the others did not remind me of an incoming order or something.’

I turned in the opposite direction and smiled as well. "I have to go to my office. See 'ya later if I survive." I heard the door closed, which meant he already was on his way. After I texted Byran and apologized, I walked towards the shelf and took out a new book. 'Me Before You' by JoJo Moyes.

“You have my word, sir.” Natasha sat on the corner of the bed, her attention fixed on the book she was reading. The room hummed with teenage life. As much as she hated staying with Landry, she’d grown quite fond of the peaceful environment away from her dad. No one was around to dictate her every action and bark orders at her the way her dad did. A knock sounded on the door, disturbing the silence she’d been enjoying. Natasha watched from the corner of her eyes as the door slowly opened and a familiar figure walked in. She didn’t bother to look up, since only Landry entered the room.

She opened her textbook and decided to study overnight but exhaustion tricked her into a slumber. Sasha drifted into a deep sleep on the cozy bed sprawling herself over the purple bedspread. Her nightgown was light and comforting to her skin. Steven came slinking across the kitchen floorboards as he quietly pushed the door and entered the maid room. Ogling the slender figure on the bed, he felt the urgency to relieve himself from his long yearnings. He craved for that body ever since he set his eyes on it, now nothing can prevent him from fulfilling his sinful desire. She's just a poor maid's daughter after all, no one will even notice.