No More Yesterdays Novels & Stories

He deliberately trailed off, sliding his hand down Kelly's arm to grab her wrist. I sniffled, but as I stared at that hand that had held mine countless times before, I suddenly found that I had no tears to cry. My voice was a lot calmer and steadier than I had expected when I said, "No need. We're no longer an item, so I wish you two all the best." With that, I turned to leave. The smile on Zachary's face froze momentarily, but then he let out a scoff. "What's with the tough and stubborn act? You'll definitely come crawling back to me within three days. Anyway, I guess I'll just have to enjoy myself with my new babe for today."

Acting relaxed, Koben asked, “Your ex is quite the romantic. What’s your take?” Tabitha, not feeling a stir of emotion, answered indifferently, “I have no thoughts on it, but I’m planning to head back home. The time away has cleared my head. I can’t keep running away from reality. “I have a lot to look forward to in my next chapter.” Koben nodded in agreement. “Alright. I’m going back with you.” Tabitha looked at Koben in surprise. “I thought you didn’t have plans to go back any time soon.”

For the life I’d tried to claw back and the way I’d almost become exactly what I hated. Tomorrow it would be over. No more apartment. No more black card. No more Elias. Just me. Nineteen. Alone again.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The painful memories clawed at Shantal’s chest. The lonely dinners. The cold bed. The locked door between them. She swallowed the lump in her throat. Her voice was hoarse but determined. “No.” Roy’s brows furrowed slightly. “No… what?” Shantal met his gaze with quiet, raw exhaustion. “No, I won’t go back to him.” Her grip tightened around the chopsticks, but she held her head high. “I’m done, Roy. I’ve been tired for too long. That year I spent married to him… every single day felt like drowning.”

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he said. “Tomorrow they have fewer choices than today.” I closed my eyes. The first life had ended with champagne and silence. This one was ending with records, statements, and the slow removal of every escape route they had left. I was still here. They were running out of room.

During the thirty years I was Eric's mate, he was recognized throughout the pack as the perfect partner. It wasn't until a shewolf appeared at his funeral with a will that everything came undone. "Eric left a will before he died. Everything under his name belongs to me!" Her voice was shrill, and her eyes were filled with jealousy as she glared at me. "He forbade me from appearing in front of you while he was alive. "But so what? He gave his entire inheritance to me! I'm the one he truly loved!" Every word of the will was filled with Eric's deep remorse and desire to make amends to the shewolf. It was as if the thirty years we had spent together had all been a figment of my imagination

For a long time neither of them spoke. “I’ve been thinking further out,” Maya said eventually. Noah’s voice was quiet against her hair. “Yeah?” “Not in a planning-everything way. Just… noticing that I can think about next year, or the year after that, without the old urge to leave an exit open. It used to scare me. It doesn’t anymore. And I think I’ve stopped needing to track how many days it’s been since we got back. The days are just the days now.”

"Then please, don't let all those bad memories ruin our future. What happened was not in yours or mine control or wish. We endured it. We got past it. And there is no way in the fucking hell I am going to let you destroy yourself over that." AN- Another updating is coming soon.

The three words Damon loved saying to me the most weren't "I love you", but "Wait a little longer". I waited two years for him to claim the title of Alpha. Then, I waited three more years for the pack elder, Elder Sam, to finally acknowledge me. By our fifth year together, at the grand ceremony held to crown Damon's Luna, Elder Sam finally produced the sacred moonstone necklace—the ultimate symbol of the pack's female leader. Swallowing the surge of emotion in my chest, I truly believed my endless waiting had finally reached its end. "Come here," Elder Sam beckoned. I stepped forward with a smile, only to watch his hand pass right by me and clasp the glowing moonstone necklace around El