Not Too Late Book Novels & Stories

"Fine. Call me when dinner's ready." She pulled her hand free and went upstairs. Dinner was ready pretty quickly, and the maid called her down. Maria came down and saw Jonathan sitting at the table, fiddling with the e-reader she had given him for his birthday last year. "Mom!" Jonathan greeted her enthusiastically, waving the gift. "Thank you for last year's present, Mom. Can we read some picture books together tonight?" Maria quietly watched his happy face, finding it a little amusing. What was this?

I immediately removed the SIM card and breathed out a long sigh of relief. "I'm free at last."

Hello 🤗 I'm truly sorry for the recent inconsistency. I've been experiencing significant creative burnout and fatigue lately, which has made it challenging to update. I'm working on getting my creative energy back, and I appreciate your patience. This book will be completed soon, so please know it won't be abandoned. Thank you for your understanding! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Mom blinked in surprise, while Levi’s eyes widened slightly. My heart began beating wildly inside my chest, like a trapped bird trying to escape. Alpha Adam Black is here already? The Ironclaw territory was a ten-hour ride from our borders. If Alpha Adam Black and Diana had traveled all this way so quickly, then they must have a very important reason for coming. Was he also planning to hurry the wedding between Levi and Diana? The thought made my stomach twist. I have to stop this. I cannot let this wedding happen. “Bring them inside immediately,” Mom ordered, stepping forward with a bright smile. “I need to prepare tea and wine for our guests. This must be a sign from the Moon Goddess herse

The air was thick and stale, as if the walls themselves had forgotten the warmth of human presence. Caleb glanced around, his eyes settling on the thin layer of dust blanketing the furniture, the once-vibrant space now hollow and abandoned. For the first time, it seemed, he realized just how long it had been since I last set foot here. With a shuddering sigh, he sank onto the couch, his head dropping into his hands. After a long moment, he pulled out his phone and typed a message, his thumb hovering over the send button. "Grace, you win this time. Just come back. I promise I’ll let everything go. Just... come back."

I snapped out of it and invited him inside. He scanned the house. It was big, but there wasn't any furniture. Once again, he joked, "Minimalism is your new motto now?" I looked around the house as well. Realization hit me. I hadn't gotten any furniture since I moved in. I couldn't even serve drinks to my guests, much less tea. I laughed sheepishly and whispered, "I just moved in, so…" Anthony had a look that said, 'Ah, say no more.' He grabbed my purse from the back of the chair. "Let's go."

"I don't like chicken at all. You must've remembered wrongly." He lowered his eyes, looking like a hurt puppy. Then, he turned to Calvin and tried to ingratiate himself with him. "Do you remember me, Calvin? I'm your cousin Tyler. I bought you a motorcycle model. See whether you like it." Someone brought over a miniature motorcycle as soon as the words were out of his mouth. It was finely crafted and clearly of high quality. It was too bad the memory of his hysteria the other day was already etched into Calvin's mind. Calvin pouted and ignored him. Then, he turned to me and said, "Mommy, I don't want to be cousins with a bad guy."

He closed the distance and kissed me slowly, one hand coming up to cup my face, and I heard Priya make a quiet sound behind us and deliberately look elsewhere. When he pulled back, I was smiling. "Unmarried women cannot relate," I said, loud enough for Priya to hear. "I am right here," Priya said. Caelum turned to her with a straight face. "I need your word that you will not send a single document to her phone for fourteen days." Priya opened her mouth. "Not one," he said. "There's the Geneva—" "Priya." She closed her mouth. Then she looked at me with an expression that said she was suffering. "Fine. Fourteen days. But if the coastal policy—"

Dear readers, I want to apologize for not updating yesterday. I took my baby for her Penta 1 vaccination, and she wasn't feeling well afterward, so I had to give her my full attention and couldn't write. Thank you all for your patience, understanding, and for staying with me throughout this journey. Your support means so much to me. Also, please check out my new book, Too Late To Take Me Back, Alpha. I promise it's a story you'll love!