Novel Never Late Never Away Novels & Stories

“Fine. The project’s already secured anyway, so we don’t really need you anymore. Do whatever you want. “I was trying to be nice and let you keep your name on the project so you could still earn some commission, but if you don’t want it, I won’t force you.” I raised an eyebrow. He really did not know the project had already been canceled. I was just about to say something when the roar of an engine sounded from downstairs. A limited-edition luxury car worth millions of dollars, something money alone could not buy, pulled up outside the house. Julian’s friends immediately got excited and started showing off in front of me. “Bet you didn’t know this. Vivian took her mother’s last name, Jenkins

ARA stands for Arabella. Elle had saved up enough cash to move into a better apartment by the time Sophie turned two. The apartment has one window overlooking the skyline and also has functional heating. Sophie had her own room. And Elle, too? She was free. She grew stronger with each client email, sale, and completed piece of code. Roman's money wasn't necessary for her. His last name wasn't necessary. Not even retaliation was necessary. Sophie was all she needed. However, she noticed something that made her hands freeze when she opened her laptop one chilly morning.

It's our fifth year together, and I accompany my fiance, Theo Montague, to see the aurora he has always yearned to see. Fortune favors us that night as vivid green lights stretch across the snow-covered plain. He wraps his arms around me from behind and suddenly murmurs, "It's beautiful. Too bad we're still one step short of perfect." I freeze for a moment and ask him what we're missing. He doesn't answer, and I don't press him, either. After all, I've heard this phrase far too many times. When I go to great lengths to get him the out-of-print book he has his sights on for ages, he sighs. "We're still one step short of perfect." When we move into our beautifully furnished house and f

It was that knowledge — not longing, not weakness — that drove me out into the evening air. Roman and I had never been careless. Hawthorne was old, riddled with forgotten passages and concealed recesses known only to servants and boys who had once been reckless princes. There was the narrow alcove in the east wing, hidden behind an ornamental screen, where we had first learned the dangerous comfort of stolen nearness. That place was ours — close, breathless, sacred in its concealment. But it was too close for what I intended. Tonight I required space. Space enough to stand apart from him. Space enough to speak without his hands finding me before my resolve could steady itself.

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But then, behind a stack of boxes, I found something. A small lockbox. I pulled it out and tried to open it but It was locked. But there, taped beneath it, was a tiny key. My heart skipped. I opened it. Inside were letters…A dozen of them. All written to me. From Liam. But they were never delivered. Each one started with “Dear Alira…” Each one sounded more desperate than the last. The last one broke me. “If you walk away now, I’ll let you. But I hope you know I never stopped waiting… I’ll always wait…Even if you forget even if you come back as someone else.”