Nothing To Lose Novel Novels & Stories

Exhaustion is taking over, and I am having trouble keeping my eyes open. Right before my eyes close, the last thing I see is Braxius's blue-green eyes filled with love and sorrow. Except, I somehow know everything will be all right with him. That only thought is making my leaving easier, and I stop fighting the darkness. I am floating away towards total oblivion. I am having a few brief flashbacks of my short life of twenty-two years and growing up in New Jersey with Meena, my younger sister of nine months. I accepted my entry-level position at a prestigious marketing firm and graduating from college with honors as a business major with a minor in history.

Benjamin may be an introvert but he does have a taste for luxury things. The family moved every expensive household items they could lay there hand on including kitchen wares and clothes. Lola sat still in her car recording everything from a distance on the camcorder. after about two hours of intense raiding, Jones and others hesitantly exit the premises, Since the Benjamin don't have domestic worker living in their estate, nobody will know if Lola had entered the mansion or not.Lola knew she had to be strong for the sake of her best friend, but she started having feeling that there's more battle to fight to protect Niyola.

And nothing will ever change that. END OF BOOK TWO: DON'T LEAVE

"Like, really writing. Not just staring at the screen and sighing dramatically." "I don't sigh dramatically." "You absolutely do. It's your thing." She pulled up a chair and sat beside me. "What's this one about?" I hesitated. I hadn't shown anyone my work yet—not the real work, the novel I'd been piecing together for months. It was about a girl who loses everything—her boyfriend, her best friend, her sense of herself—and has to figure out who she is in the wreckage. It was, I realized, not very subtle.

Charlotte insisted on doing it herself. “I thought you might like this one,” she said as she handed me the book. “It’s about a man who loses everything. Then…he tries to get it back together little by little.” I glanced at the cover. The title was dramatic. So I said, flatly, “Sounds dramatic.” She let out a short laugh. I never heard someone laugheed like this before. She looked so innocent and pure. Well, she was a budding she-wolf and perhaps still figuring out how the world works.

I could see it—his soul was starting to slip away. … The first of November, exactly 11 years since we met. That night, Shawn sat under the dim prison lights as he flipped through my diary. I floated beside him, face crinkling in disgust as I reached out to snatch my diary from him. He reacted instantly, gripping my wrist with one hand and clutching the diary with the other. His sudden movement enraged his cellmate. The burly man grabbed the book and ripped it to shreds. At that moment, something inside me snapped.

“There’s an elegiac tone to your book, Gwen. A sense of loss amid the win. Do you still feel that?” The table quieted, listening. I thought of the ghost of Pryce’s abandoned crane on the northern cliff, of the quiet, expensive battle he was still fighting with geology. I thought of the lingering weariness in Lanc’s shoulders, of the permanent alertness in Chloe’s eyes. “Yes,” I said honestly. “You don’t go through a fight like that without losing something. Innocence, maybe. The idea that your home is just yours, and not something you have to defend. But…” I looked around the table, at the faces lit by the warm pub light. “You gain a deeper sense of it, too. And you gain this. A family you f

"How's your wound?" "Sore," his face darkening with fury. "Geoffrey of Winstone is a rat bastard." "He still lost, and you survived," I placate, even though I wished Bryce did lose the tourney, so he doesn't have to take Princess Joan to her betrothed. "Jessa, I can tell that you wish to tell me something. Speak your mind." I gasp, wondering how in the hell he has me pegged so well, but would he believe me if I

⸻ 🌙 The Lost Pages The book slowly opened. 📖 ⸻ Its pages fluttered wildly. ⸻ Most were empty. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Gone forever. ⸻ Yet one page remained intact. ⸻ One final page. ⸻ One hidden page. ⸻ A page nobody had ever seen before. ⸻ The page that existed before Memory Zero. ⸻ 😨 ⸻ 🌙 Before The First Question The page glowed softly. ✨ ⸻

In the past few months, I had not smiled like that even once. I once believed that the worst thing in life was losing the person you loved most. Now I understood something else. The worst thing was loving someone so much that you gave up everything for them. Fortunately, I no longer loved her. From that moment on, my child's life and mine would begin again. Our destination was a small mountain town with beautiful scenery. For now, I only wanted to take good care of my daughter. After that, perhaps I would work hard and pursue the life I once dreamed of. Or perhaps I would simply wander the world with her. Wherever we were, we would enjoy each day freely.