Nearly Departed Book Novels & Stories

Their happy laughter echoed freely across the Scottish sky as the camera slowly pulled back, revealing the peace and tranquillity they had finally achieved. Yet far away, amidst the smouldering ruins of London, an old mobile phone rang loudly inside a burnt-out safe… an incoming call from an unregistered number. END OF CHAPTER 169.

Two days later Daniel’s voice had always been her anchor warm, teasing, alive. But when he called this time, something in it had changed. “I booked my ticket,” he said. Mia froze. “What do you mean?” “I’m leaving, sis.” “Daniel” “I can’t stay here anymore. Every corner of this city feels haunted. Every place reminds me of them of Dad, of Mom, of everything we built that’s now dust.” Her breath caught. “You’re just going to walk away?” “I’m not walking away,” he said softly. “I’m trying to breathe again.”

He had to know who I was. Had to. I have to get out of here. I switch to a travel app, scroll through airline options with desperate fingers. The next flight to Boston leaves in a little over three hours. Business Class is my only option at this short notice. Costs more than I've ever spent on anything. I don't care. I'd pay anything to escape this beautiful prison. The booking confirmation appears on my screen— seat 12B, departure in three hours. Real. Concrete. A way out.

Slowly, gently, I placed it back on the counter and nudged it slightly forward where the morning light could catch it. Not abandonment. Not forgiveness. An open ending. A quiet message: Not closed. Just unfinished. I took one last look around the apartment, committing nothing and everything to memory. Then I turned and walked out. The elevator doors closed with a soft chime, carrying us downward — away from Blackwood Industries, away from battles and ghosts and complicated histories. Outside, the taxi pulled into motion. I slid into the seat beside Leo and took his small hand in mine. The city passed by in blurred streaks of light as we headed toward the airport.

we were best of friends. What happened? I asked myself but got no answer. Nevertheless,I still wished her best of luck. ****THREE MONTHS LATER.....💖💖 👉 Nelly's POV 👈 Staring down the window,I smiled again at the plan playing in my head. And oh...was it a good plan. A perfect one that's gonna work this time around. I'm back at Harvard but I got an apartment in an isolated area so as to hide for the time being.

Faye “Morning.” Chiara greets and hands me a coffee. “Thanks.” I sip the seriously cup. “God that’s good.” “Morning Ladies.” Nick saunters over and rests in arm around Chiara’s shoulders. “Morning, Nick.” She says sweetly with a smile. “Are we ready for departure?” He says loudly. “Shhhhhhhhhhh.” I close my eyes and wrap both hands around the warm coffee cup. “It’s too early for excitement.”

Larisa said to Daisy, picked up her handbag, and walked out of the changing room. “Remember, what goes around comes around,” Ava said “You all have a nice day” She added leaving the changing room. Flora and Daisy hissed and smiled at each other. “Really? What do I even expect? Remorse? Never. Birds of a feather” Kimora said, her voice steady. “I will be outside” She added leaving the room. “Wait up, we are done,” Daisy and Flora said in unison **************************************************************************************************** Gregor sitting in his office engrossed in his system; started flipping through some papers on his table. He looked at his system and then back to the p

What if Bonus Chapter 2: What If They Met at an Airport Delay? Eli POV The departure board glowed an angry, unforgiving red in the bustling international terminal, the word DELAYED stamped across every single flight like a cruel cosmic punchline. My connection to London had already been pushed back six hours, then eight, and now it sat at “indefinite.” I slumped deeper into the stiff plastic chair near Gate 12, backpack wedged protectively between my feet. My worn copy of *Midnight’s Children* lay open on my lap, pages barely turning despite my best efforts. Silver nail polish chipped at the edges from anxious tapping, ink smudges stained my fingers from frantic thesis notes scribbled during

His pleas were silenced forever—left to vanish in the distance. Turning to my driver, I said, "Take me to the orphanage. Did you buy Jeannie’s birthday cake?" The car sped forward, the passing scenery blurring into long, straight lines. I rolled down the window, letting the warm breeze kiss my face. Everything was moving forward toward the light.

I descended from the rooftop, leaving a signed divorce agreement on the VIP lounge chair. Dominic Cruz, my first gift to you was freedom. … Late into the night, Rosa sent me a new photo every hour. She didn't stop until dawn. "He took me all night, trying every position. I could barely get out of bed after that. Has he ever done that to you?" Before I could finish reading, Dominic opened the front door. He saw me packing up my clothes. Panicked, he asked, "Yvonne, why are you packing? Where are you going?"