Never Truly Over Novels & Stories

Silence settled again – softer now, but heavier with everything unsaid. “You deserve certainty,” he said after a moment. “I deserve you not pretending you don’t feel this,” I replied. “I never pretended.” “No,” I said. “You just refuse to act on it.” His gaze dropped briefly, then returned to mine. “This isn’t over,” he said. “You always say that.” “Because it never is.” I stepped back, putting space between us before I forgot how to breathe. “Goodnight, Lucian.” His voice was quieter when he answered.

and that's the truth, I'm happy the way my life is right now, and down want anyone to come and mess it up. " And who is going to take over all this one day? You need an heir!"

"What do you mean 'on purpose'? If we hadn't raised you so well, would you even have the chance to compete in something like that? It was just Sandy playing around and accidentally breaking it, and now you're going to pressure Michelle like this?" "Valerie, we really wasted all these years raising you. Even a dog would've developed some loyalty by now." Michelle did not even need to lift a finger. There were always people eager to fight her battles for her. Talking to them was a waste of energy. No matter what I said, they would always circle back to the same conclusion. I owed Michelle. I used to wonder if that was true. After all, I had lived a life that was never meant to be mine.

Most people think that true love is all about fairytales, glitters and fluttering feelings, where everything is just right and where the spark will always burn hot and bright. But, the truth is, true love still takes work. And, if it is real, it will never be over. Exactly three weeks later. .

I said , using the sweetest voice I could muster up , “it’s all good babe, I understand, but next time don’t leave my house without me fucking you, I have to go now would call you later, bye, I love you darling,” he does not wait for me to reply and he ends the call, he never waits for my reply after saying I love you and i’m glad, and then it hit me, Christian has never said “I love you’ in person before, always through a phone call, and he never waits for me to reply, does he know I don’t feel the same way or he is afraid I might lie and say I love him too just to please him when he knows i am being insincere, or was he mindlessly saying those words, or is it Christian just been Christian,

Ana responded raising her brows. “Adam and Jesse?”Riey asked with a look of disdain “why would i hear from any of them?, Adam has being long blocked everywhere and Jesse, well, he hasn’t called, not sure he’s going to” “ I don’t blame Jesse for not calling, i mean , you did break his heart in college”Anan said “Why do i keep hearing that?”Rley asked getting annoyed “i didn’t break his heart, he knew exactly what he was walking into when he asked an unprepared college graduate with lots of dreams and aspiration to marry him”

not now and not ever. I have had my fair share of rejections and I didn't want my reality to get so upturned anymore. Even though it would be going back on my words and doing something to earn love, the events of my life recently have equipped me with the ruthlessness and bruteness to do that, and in an unapologetic manner too. So I was confident of the fact that I could carry out things with ruthlessness

The tiny, folded slip of paper , Ethan Grant’s phone number , had become my personal religion. For fourteen agonizing days, it had lived tucked deep inside the stitching of my uniform apron, a burning coal against my skin. Two weeks. I had survived two weeks of perfect silence, two weeks of scrubbing floors and polishing secrets, pretending the warm pressure of his lips on my cheek had been nothing but a fever dream.

Only truth. finally becoming undeniable.

The Slow Fall – Feelings Neither of Them Saw Coming One night, as they sat on the hood of Fraser’s car, watching the city lights in the distance, he turned to her. His voice was soft. Hesitant. “You know,” he murmured, “I never thought I’d get over her.” Tressa’s chest tightened. She didn't reply, just waited. "But now?" Fraser panted. "I don't even think about her anymore." Tressa swallowed. "That's a good thing." Fraser looked at her. "Yeah. It is."