Never Never A Novel Novels & Stories

It is always good to have cash. Although I insisted he not give me anything, he always ends up winning, and to his cute pouting, I do not resist. Norman Cross is also a sweetheart, and only I have the privilege of seeing him like that. I walked slowly through the aisles of vegetables, looking for the best quality ones. I smelled an aroma that left me paralyzed for a few moments, that aroma that I hated for many years. That I thought I would never feel again. The aroma was so imperceptible I thought it was a product of my imagination or just the combination of so many aromas nearby.

He was drowning in debt. Paparazzi snapped him and Coraline moving back into their old place. Everyone who once worshipped him? Gone. Then came the fight. Vivian fell down the stairs—lost the baby. *** Later, Nathan brought me to the basement. I didn't get it at first. Until I saw her. Vivian. Tied up. Kneeling. He was giving me the final say. My revenge.

There are moments in a life when the world grows quiet—not because it has ended, but because it has chosen, briefly, to look away. By then, ours were no longer new. Secrecy had become its own language between us, refined through repetition and trust. A sprig of lavender left where only I would notice. A phrase spoken without meaning to any ear but mine—“The west corridor runs cold today.” I never answered. I never needed to. I simply altered my steps and went where I was meant to go.

Three weeks after the funeral, Elena went back to work, and the strangest part wasn't the grief. It was how normal everything else insisted on staying around it. The Solene campaign launched to good numbers. Giulia brought her the good coffee without being asked most mornings now, a small silent kindness neither of them ever mentioned out loud. Client calls still needed answering, decks still needed revising, the elevator still opened onto the fortieth floor exactly the way it had the first terrifying morning she'd walked into this building.

Brandon's voice broke the silence, "When I came to, the drugs should've knocked me out for hours. The moment I opened my eyes, Noelle was right by my side. Man, it gave me quite the jolt. "And how is she still standing? With her heart condition and all those extra shifts she's pulled this month, she should've been a wreck seeing me 'dead'." Aria chuckled mockingly. "That woman doesn't care about you. If she did, she wouldn't have just stood there without batting an eyelash." I smirked at their words. In my previous life, Oswin had actually gotten sick from their little game and ended up dying of pure rage. However, this time around, I was given a second shot at life. I would never fall for t

And if I really was the child she'd been searching for all these years, how could she handle knowing both her daughters were dead? I shook my head and stepped back, retreating into my own grief. My gaze shifted to my mom, her eyes cold and calculating. No. I couldn't call her "Mom" anymore. She was Gianna Beech. Anger surged through me, and before I could stop myself, I charged at Gianna, my fist swinging toward her head. But it went straight through her. I froze, staring at my ghostly hand. A bitter smile crept onto my lips. Right. I was dead. Even with the truth burning in my chest, I couldn't do a thing to her. Of course. Evil people always seem to live forever.

I can speak but I choose not to because I'm afraid. My legs are barely usable from the constant broken bones that healed incorrectly. Standing or walking for more than ten minutes I start to have pain in my bones. Yet I still have to do everything around the house I have learned to endure the pain. It also doesn't help that I don't know how to read or write since no one ever taught me I had to learn things from observation. I remember when I was about six or seven there was a little girl named Anna who lived next door to me. She sometimes would sneak over when no one was home and we'd play. She taught me many things like colors, shapes, and numbers.

As I read on, my heart chilled when I saw Mother's indifferent reaction and silence from Father. I roared from the bottom of my heart, and the image of myself when I was little seemed to stand behind me and yell with me, "What had I done to you to deserve this? Are you trying to kill me? You're so disgusting! You're making up false debts against me!" Mother trembled with fear in her eyes. However, she continued to deny, "I didn't! I'm just short of money; I didn't mean to plot against you." "What about a notebook for money you spent on Belle?!" I yelled. "Do you have a notebook to plan for my wedding gift, or a notebook to record my favorite things?!" I asked clearly.

Henry shouted, "No! Yelena, I will never divorce you! And the child—why did you never tell me about it?" His voice trembled as he spoke. He was probably regretting it, but what was the use of regret? We could never go back. No matter how hard he tried, it was over. "I will never agree to a divorce!" Henry insisted. "Don't joke with me. This isn't funny at all." So, he thought I was joking.

Looking at the hope in her eyes, I broke the fantasy. "That's impossible. Fate has already given us a second chance. There won't be another. And Liana, you'll never change. You're never satisfied, that's just who you are. People who are never satisfied with what they have will never feel fulfilled, no matter how many chances they get." Liana simply gazed at me, tears of regret rolling down her face. "There's really…no chance at all? Even though I've apologized… Is it still impossible?" I nodded firmly. "It's impossible."