Never Truly Over Novels & Stories

Shirly teased. " Don't be ridiculous. Past is past . Let's move on guys .You are the only ones that are stock in the past. Him taking the exam isn't for me but for himself and his family of course. Izzy and Shirly looked at each other and grinned. "Are you really over it?" Izzy asked. I am also asking that same question to myself. Up to now, I am not sure of my answer but I kept telling myself that I have to moved on because I am afraid to be hurt again.

I swallowed and my wide eyes in panic as I tried to focus the flashlight on where the sound came from. "Albert?" I whispered, but again the silence of the woods answered. I craned my neck to glance at the car. I was beginning to feel dizzy. I placed my hands on my forehead and started to massage it as Mrs. Anjani's words echoed to my mind. "As to regrets...we had our beautiful time together, so I don't have any regrets at all. In a relationship, love isn't all. You need to have faith and you need to trust one another that no matter how difficult life is, you can both surpass it. What matters is you're together fighting the battles."

But as the ancient symbols fade back into darkness, one terrible truth settles deep into my bones— This isn’t over. It’s only beginning.

"You have become more greedy over the years. Tiffany, Please don't be over ambitious." "Why should not I be an over ambitious person? Are not we both the same? We both never get satisfied with our current state and always look for more." Tiffany laughed evilly. Tom could no longer listen to her so he disconnected the call.

“Don’t get used to it.” I laughed, but deep down, I knew—this wasn’t over. Because winning the battle was one thing. But proving we deserved to stay at the top? That was a war that never truly ended.

I can make them go broke, or maybe they'll have an 'accident'—like a car crash or a nasty fall. I had no choice but to say I was sorry, and everyone there called me names. "Sophia has no shame, doing anything to marry rich." "Poor Julia and Charles. They love each other but can't be together." "Money-chaser!" Charles and Julia finally cracked smiles of satisfaction. Charles leaned in close and hissed, "Words aren't enough. Bow and say you're sorry. Show you mean it." "What?" I was dazed for a second, hardly believing what I was hearing.

She listens without interrupting, just tracing circles on the back of my hand. When I run out of words, she says, “You’re doing it.” “Doing what?” “Letting yourself be human.” I breathe out slowly. “Feels strange.” “Good strange?” “The best kind.” She smiles, and for a moment the heaviness lifts completely. “Do you think we can really start over?” she asks. “Not from the beginning,” I say. “But from here. From truth.” “And if we mess up again?” “Then we fix it together.”

"Lexie, I told you before, there will always be a place for you by my side." Madison swayed at his words, looking utterly fragile. Men truly were the worst. They never appreciated what they had once they got it.

“I’m sure it’ll pass. I don’t know how you feel exactly but... maybe getting over your first love takes time.” “Some actually say that it never dies,” Megan mumbled under her breath. Naia wanted to hug her friend, but resisted the urge. She wasn’t usually the one who initiated such physical affectionate gestures, especially with Megan. “Maybe that’s it too, you know. You’re never gonna be ABSOLUTELY over him, but that doesn’t mean you can’t move on and find someone that’s going to make you feel even better than he did.” Megan exhaled heavily and reflected upon the situation. “Right.”

It was a promise. One that whispered: This isn’t over. We’ve only just begun. It wasn’t forever. It wasn’t a promise. But it was real. And for now… maybe that was enough.