Nothing But Thirty Novels & Stories

Rachel doesn't like being disturbed during meals, so stop calling. "One more time and I'll block your whole family." To them—Joel and Michael—Chloe and I were just two jealous women causing drama. They didn't care that we had just given birth to stillborns. People from both the Brooklyn and Murphy families came as they were worried sick about us. But Joel and Michael were the only ones who didn't show. On the day of the funeral, Chloe still refused to give up. She tried calling Michael, but by then, he had blocked everyone even remotely connected to her.

“Ever since Katy became my apprentice, I don’t think I've ever sat down and had a proper meal with Willow. “I don’t think we celebrated a single holiday together. Even the gifts I gave her—I picked them at random. Many of them were duplicates. “I just counted… in the past three years, I’ve canceled or just ghosted her for all our marriage registration appointments. “Even so… I never thought we’d really part ways. “But today, Willow quit. She left for Solara.” “I see,” Billy said slowly. Then the line went dead. Half an hour later, a text message arrived. [Headquarters approved it. You’re flying the first Solara route tomorrow morning.]

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: A COWARD? RHEA'S POV What do you do when you have no control of your own destiny? How do you fix things when you are not sure how it broke in the first place? How do you continue when nothing makes sense? Nothing makes sense to me right now, everything just feels like it is spinning out of control, everything just seems to be unraveling and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

The intense pain has me biting hard on my tongue to stifle the groans threatening to spill over my lips. Damn it. It's a lot worse than the last. I roll on my back, wrapping my arms around my stomach. Hah....it hurts. It hurts too much. Lying on the bare snow, the cold drilled into my bones, numbing some part of the pain. Hah—exactly how long will I have to bear this? Will I even be able to last the thirty days like this?

__) __Nothing you should worry about. __Sure. I'll be there. __ I dropped my phone back from the table I’d brought it. Damn! I reached for the phone again. I needed to contact my closest friend. Enzo: __ I can't make it for the VIP’s tonight. Inform Mr. Rafelle.__

"That's the kind of money Natasha is working with." She leaned in slightly. "Three hundred thousand next to that? That's embarrassing.”

Jasper Eaton decides to ditch me at the altar just so he can meet up with Wendy Klein, his ex-girlfriend who abandoned him when he almost got crippled five years ago. All the guests are stunned, to say the least. I can only tug at Jasper's hem of his shirt while trying very hard to keep my expression intact. "Can you please stay with me now?" Mixed feelings cross his eyes, but he soon wrenches my hand off him, finger by finger. At the same time, he shakes his head. "I'm sorry, but I must go now. I need to ask Wendy why she was so heartless to me back then." Amid the crowd's shocked gasps and murmurs, Jasper leaves without even looking back. My dad, who has a bad heart, trembles violent

Through his tear-blurred eyes, he saw the tissue box on the coffee table start to warp and change shape. Then, it vanished. "What?!" Liam slammed his hand on the coffee table, his eyes wide with shock. "It was right there, the tissue box Sabrina picked out! "Where did it go? Give it back!" Liam was on edge, his mind about to break. He stood in the empty room, yelling again and again for it to come back. The system could not take it anymore and just crashed. [Beep beep! Memory wipe of character 'Liam' in progress... Error!]

He opened his mouth to argue but had no words to refute it. “You’ve fallen in love with Leah.” Sam looked up, his gaze filled with mockery at Paxton and himself. Silence filled the office. That night, all the answers became painfully clear. … Eventually, Georgina was captured. “Pax! Pax!” Dragged in front of Paxton, she desperately called his name. However, all she got in return was his icy, emotionless stare. A shiver ran down her spine. Something was wrong. Paxton’s assistant kicked her in the back of the knee, and she collapsed onto the floor. Then, Paxton towered over her, his eyes devoid of warmth. He suddenly leaned down, gripping her chin tightly.

Everything in our home revolved around her, as if she owned the house. Recalling my bitter past, I wanted to slap myself. Why didn't I just walk away when I still had the chance? Andrew slammed on the accelerator. As if something had just occurred to him, he frowned and muttered, "Well played, Jovana. No wonder I haven't heard from you in three years—you've been out there messing around with some other man." Watching him clench his jaw in anger, I wanted to slap him across the face. A blind, heartless scum like him had no right to accuse me!