Never Say Goodbye Novel Novels & Stories

I can’t thank Jianyu enough for giving this to me, he’ll never truly know what this means. Slowly I lean forward and place a gentle kiss against the cold marble and whisper, “Goodbye.” I never realised how much I needed this, and now that I have it, I feel as though I can close a chapter of my life, just as I’m starting a new one.

A content, serene smile rested on my countenance. “Goodbye, for now, Pa, Adrian. We’ll visit you again soon.” ~THE END~

My life and my relationship with my mother. I remember one of those sayings that I read once *Have you ever tried moving on Have you ever tried letting go Have you ever tried forgiving yourself When chasing forgiveness is like chasing the last bus of the night* This time, I’ll make sure I catch that last bus of the night and not just catch but also stay happy throughout the journey. Time to say goodbye and stay happy /////////////// It’s time to say goodbye to the first part of this book. I know people, it’s heartwretching and a not so happy ever after story.

Beneath all that callous attitude, I know there's a sweet soul waiting to be unleashed. But how do you save someone who doesn't want to be saved? Note from Author. Happy ever afters don't exist anymore. It's sadly ever afters. We all can't be Cinderella and the prince, some of us are meant to be Ava and Grey. Hello everyone! It hurts to say goodbye but eventually we all hit the end of a great journey and this is no doubt one hell of a journey. I want to say a big thank you for reading this amazing piece of mine. I have grown to love Jordan Cross and April Denver so much and hope you feel just the way I do. Thank you all for following every word and leaving your comments. Please check out m

The moment he saw her, he got up and walked up to her. "Kim!" He said. She smiled, "Hi, Mr. Thompson." He opened his arms and hugged her. "I'm so sorry, Kim. I wish there was something I could do for you and Ian." "It's okay," she replied. "It's fine, Mr. Thompson. Even if I die today, I will die fulfilled because I know I have the love of all the important people in my life. Everyone around me has been very good to me, and they have made this process easier. I have no regrets."

“After this, no more delays. Tonight. Private ceremony. Just us. Then I’m knotting you until you can’t walk.” Tears slipped down my cheeks—happy, relieved, free. “Yes. A thousand goodbyes to everything before. Hello to you.” He kissed them away. “A thousand goodbyes.” We stayed locked on the table, hearts hammering in sync, while the city hummed outside and the bond sang its final, unbreakable note. I was Alisa Moretti. I was Kael Draven’s mate. And I had never been more free.

"If you walk out that door, Carl, you'll regret it." I'd been planning to share with him the good news tonight—that I was pregnant with our baby. He'd always said he wanted a child, but now, he was nothing but rotten. Carl didn't say a word. He stayed silent until the candle burned out completely, leaving us in the dark. "Hailey, it's just this one time," he finally said. "I've already explained it. After this, I won't be involved with her anymore. Why can't you just let it go?"

"Honestly, Sebastian, you should learn from him. Be a little more generous and big-hearted." She sounded so nonchalant, as if she hadn't just sunk another knife into my chest. I held my tongue only because this was going to be our last dinner. I had planned to say goodbye, but Edward and Bobby's presence made it impossible. I wondered if Hera would regret bringing them along if she knew this was truly the end. Then again, maybe it no longer mattered. She had wasted this chance and showed little remorse. The Saintess had become so distant and cold that I could no longer imagine her warmth.

It is that Helen was so authentic, so unique, that everyone wants to say goodbye to her. "Thank you, mom, for being my partner, my teaching in the most difficult moments of our lives" says Dylan who is the first one who comes to say goodbye to his mom. He is crying, his tears fall to the floor when he talks to the old woman who rests in that urn. Dylan walks away with his eyes lowered and sits in one of the many chairs that are in the room of that little house, in that room where everyone is waiting their turn to saying goodbye to the great writer who had written the book with so much love; without knowing that it was the story of her own life.

The fire and pride of her youth were long gone. She lit a candle for me. Smoke curled upward as her voice rasped, "Ten years. Are you doing alright over there? In the next life, I'll find you earlier. I'll take care of you. I won't let go again... Just wait for me, okay?" The fire on the candle went off without warning. Claire froze. She stared at the candle, her eyes reddening slowly. Then she covered her face, her shoulders shaking violently. I stood behind her. My spirit was growing lighter, fainter, dissolving like morning mist.