Nowhere For Very Long Novels & Stories

The Prescotts did not want Audrey exhausted by a long drive, so they flew her out first. "Her belongings are simply arriving later." "No. No, that's impossible." Cole looked dazed and kept denying it. Inside, however, panic was consuming him. Aunt Helen shot him an irritated look. "Why is it impossible? Thanks to you, Audrey cannot come home for seven years." A roar seemed to explode inside Cole's head. He did not dare think any further. "I need to see the council chair. I need to see Mr. Mercer." Ignoring the groomsmen trying to stop him, he went to find Grandpa Mercer.

My boyfriend Noah Carter and I had a plan: turn our college's fourteen-day outdoor orientation into a fourteen-episode documentary series about us. For the eleventh time, Noah left me alone on the training field. His childhood friend Claire Moore had called him in tears, saying she'd been vomiting and was lying in the camp clinic alone and scared. Waiting for him to come back, I missed the camp's only sunset team drill and the closing long take I'd spent two weeks preparing. That evening, he sent me a photo. Claire sat in a dessert shop outside camp, a smoothie and a slice of strawberry cake in front of her, cheeks pink and looking happier than anyone else in the place. Noah texted back: "Th

"Not now. Not ever." The water laps around us, the steam clouding the air, but it’s like we’re suspended in time, caught in this bubble of softness and passion, where nothing else can reach us, nothing can hurt us... for now.

What a joke! They entered the palace smoothly and Mu Xi led her to a large clearing where there seemed to be other ladies flitting about and chattering. Tea did not know much about what she was doing so she just remained silent and enjoyed looking at the beautiful ladies. She tried to minimise her presence but her appearance was just too eye-catching. Nevertheless, apart from a few glances here and there, no one approached her at all. She was secretly relieved because she did not have to deal with a sudden best-friend or new arch nemesis. She really had no energy to even think. Looking about the girls, she noticed someone who was just as quiet as her in the corner of the room but did not say

Tired of pretending the holidays didn’t take every insecurity I owned and amplify it by ten. The worst part was that I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore. Not really. Just that I needed space. Somewhere, I wasn’t being watched. Somewhere, I didn’t feel like a progress report. Somewhere I could exist without explanation. I reached for my phone again. I wasn’t planning anything dramatic. This wasn’t a breakdown. This was a browse. A harmless scroll. Completely reasonable behaviour. I opened a travel app. France appeared almost immediately, as if it had been waiting for me to admit something.

“You can't tell them that I'm here now. I don't want them to come here, please, you need to promise me that you won't tell anyone.” He narrows his eyes at me. “Why?” “Just. . .” I bite my lip, stopping myself from blurting anything yet. Not now, I remind myself. “I've been here for a long while and no one's ever come looking for me, not even once.”

"I ordered your favorite soft pink wedding dress. After surgery, the designer will take your measurements. At our wedding, you'll be the most beautiful bride." I smiled and touched his face. This was my farewell. Tears streamed down my face, and a silent thought echoed. "Ethan, there won't be a wedding for us." As the doors to the operating theater closed, I kept my gaze fixed on the three people I loved most; I wanted to commit their faces to memory. Once these doors closed, I knew I would never see them again. As anesthesia dulled my senses, the world around me faded away. My death was declared at precisely 10:00 pm, as indicated by the wall clock.

Nora had vanished for a week. And no one had known. No one had come. And now Now it might already be too late.

Tomorrow is Monday again and I have no idea for how long I can take this kind of life. I can not change anything, and at this point, I do not want to.

It's effect had sustained by an hour longer and she believed she was slowly adjusting with his enthralling scent, not that it didn't drive her crazy anymore, but somehow she was getting used to controlling herself. "So how was my speech?" Manik's voice made her look up from her glass. "Short. Very short." she replied, shaking her glass a bit. "I thought you were about to give at least a lengthy boring motivational speech to make it seem like an office gathering." "Nah, I don't do that." he shook his head. "No one enjoys a lengthy speech at that. In fact I don't even stay in this sort of gatherings for long. Ten minutes, that's how long I stay."