Not Fade Away Book Novels & Stories

I prayed. The End Book 2, coming Next Week. F#c#bo%k page: A.K.Knight Inst@gr@m: athan941

Reluctantly, William lovingly stroked Lily's head and said gently, "I'll go find a book." Sophie had already grown used to William's biased attitude toward Lily. After they left, she picked up her phone to contact Alena Graham, her mentor in the dance troupe. Alena had always been kind to Sophie, so she wanted to say farewell and handle some final procedures before she left. Sophie had spent many years with the dance troupe, putting in a lot of effort before gaining success. Now, she had more than a dozen juniors under her guidance. The reason there were still 29 days before her departure was that she wanted to teach them everything she could.

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.

"Just order takeout. I've got something I need to take care of, so don't wait up." Then, he turned and left before I could say a word. That scene had me digging my nails into my palms, leaving deep, red marks. When I rummaged through the shelves for some microwave pasta meals, I stumbled across a well-hidden photo album, tucked in a cardboard sleeve. The moment I flipped it open, I froze. A handwritten caption was attached below each photo. "Peanut, one month old. "Peanut's first steps. "Peanut's first picnic."

The clock struck midnight as the moon climbed to its zenith. I lay in bed, feeling my wolf spirit slipping away, piece by piece. It was a slow, receding tide, pulling all the life from me. “Aria! Hold on!” My mother’s voice sounded distant, though she gripped my hand tightly. “The healer is almost here!” I tried to answer, to reassure her, but no sound came out. My eyelids felt like lead, the world around me blurring and fading to gray.

I flashed her another smile, one which matched her energy. “I’m Ms Lydia by name. I’m your late mother’s old friend.” The sound of her Christian Louboutin heels filtered out of all sounds made in the hall by the guest. Ms. Lydia, as she called herself, was giving this ‘pick me’ vibe and I was really not having it. “Oh, great.” I nodded and took a step backwards once I spotted my Dad exchanging pleasantries with some guests. “If you may excuse me, Ms. Lydia. I have other things to do.”

Some words were meant to fade, not stay. Later that night, he went for a walk along the boardwalk. A small bookstore had left its lights on, so he stepped inside. It was quiet only the faint sound of pages turning. He ran his fingers along the spines until he found it her book. “The Quiet Between Us.” He’d read it before publication, but seeing it here, on a shelf, felt different. Realer. He opened to the dedication page. “For the ones who taught me how to leave and the one who taught me how to stay.”

Just delete the book from your library and add it back. Thank you! Sincerely yours Author Blackangel

"What? Do you plan on staying here and making your mother worry more about you and your future wife?" That line erected the final wall between us, solidly separating our hearts. Evan couldn't say another word, only giving me one final glare before leaving the room with Jane. I leaned on the wall weakly, exhaling a breath that felt heavy with blood. This is the last stretch, I told myself. I just needed to send him off, and that would be my final goodbye. After that, I'd go to chemotherapy, and then I'd wait silently for my death to arrive.

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK