Never Say Goodbye Novel Novels & Stories

Steady, but laced with something final. “Damian, I haven’t thought about going back to my previous life, so you don’t have to remind me what I was like in the past. I will stay in New York for a while, but don’t worry, it won’t be too long. I will do my best to stay away from your life and not disturb you and Isabelle. I hope you can do the same.” And then she turned to face me fully. “To be honest, never seeing each other again is the most suitable for us, and it is worthy of the dead child. So… I have nothing to say. Goodbye, Damian.”

"Mommy, I've already gathered 100 candy wrappers. Why isn't Daddy coming home?" In a hospital room, I, Natalia Granger, stared at my son, Carl Lane, as he fumbled to use his newly learned sign language to communicate with me. My tears, which had been pooling in my eyes, finally spilled down my cheeks. I didn't even know how to tell him that his father, Andrew Lane, wasn't coming home because he was spending time with another child. Andrew had long since forgotten about the promise that he had made.

The final entry had been written on the day I discovered them. Leighton had written a suicide note, every word filled with guilt toward Harley. Even the way she addressed him had changed. She called him "hubby". [Hubby, if I should die unexpectedly one day, everything I own will belong to you.] [As for Logan, I've wronged him. Leave him enough money to live out the rest of his life comfortably, and that will be enough.] The blood in my body turned ice-cold, and my hand gripping the mouse trembled uncontrollably. A violent wave of nausea rose from my stomach. I grabbed the trash can and vomited.

It’s a lie. “Good then. That is a relief.” Her grandmother says quietly, her voice shaky with age. “I just want you to be safe, my dear.” There’s a long pause before Sienna speaks again, her voice barely above a whisper. “Goodbye, Grandma.” The words feel final, heavier than they should. As though she knows, deep down, this might be the last time they speak. Her grandmother seems to sense it too. “Goodbye, my sweet girl.” the old woman says softly. “I love you.”

Her smile slowly widened, making her look like a woman who had completely lost her mind. "Think again." She emptied the glass in one gulp. ****** (sorry I took a lot of time, school resumes tomorrow been busy, and I am happy and sad to announce that, our book will end in a week🥹😭 prepare to say bye bye to your favorite characters)

I love you . Time to close the book, our story. I will turn to a new leaf, another Rara story. Without you, yes, there would be no more Gerald's name in my life story. The old book of our story first, I will burn and burn like our togetherness so far, which is meaningless because you have chosen another woman, the woman of your heart. One of the prettiest girls I've ever met. Do I sound like I'm jealous? Huh! I'm sorry ... This is only the last time. I opened a little old book. And I make sure, the book containing your name is no longer in front of me. Even though it feels cumbersome, say goodbye. I'm not willing ...

Lawrence called my name, but he couldn't force out the next sentence. It was as if no matter what he said, it would be rejected. As if no matter what he said, he wouldn't get the answer he wanted. "I don't need your flowers. I'm leaving now. Goodbye, Lawrence Schwartz." This was the first time in five years I had seriously called him by his name. I hoped it would also be the last. I dragged my suitcase outside. That oversized suitcase carried everything I owned from this old house. Lawrence looked back into the house. It was empty, lifeless. What was left for him looked no different from a staged model home.

The taxi rolled through the bustling streets. I leaned back in the seat, sunlight pouring through the glass and warming my face, yet I felt numb to its gentleness. The warmth I once knew had been buried along with my mother and baby. The driver, an elderly man with silver hair, glanced at me through the rearview mirror. After a pause, he said softly, “Don’t look back, sweetheart. Look ahead.” He spoke the words I hadn’t dared to say aloud: “Look ahead”.

I meant it. However, Lucas just broke down. "I'll never be happy again... I've lost it all," he sobbed. ... I left the house to Lucas, wanting to keep nothing but the memories. Still, I wired 150 thousand dollars to Patrick's account. Not because I was soft, but because I was done with that chapter. I was financially secure, and Lucas had quit his job. I did not want any loose ends. Life got brighter from there. My college buddy and I started an outdoor club right there in town. I met folks who shared my love for the wild, and we would head out on adventures whenever we could.

"If he had just held on and been patient, maybe Ruby would have come back to him. I think he just got too jealous and went down a dark path. That can be dangerous." "However, I bet he's really regretting it now." As I went to the office to say goodbye for good, I overheard whispers in the break room. I stopped in my tracks, stepped closer, and said to the whisperer, "I have no regrets. "If you're scared, next time you can just hide like a scaredy-cat." I have always believed that the good guys get protected and the bad guys get what's coming to them. The guy I snapped at turned all shades of red and white, too flustered to get his words out.