Plankton Goodbye Everyone Novels & Stories

The travel agency had a nifty feature: they equipped both tourists and guides with locators to keep everyone from getting separated. Chester barged in with a plate of food and plopped down next to me, gripping me tightly. He nuzzled into my neck, inhaling deeply. "I've missed you so much." He clung on, refusing to let go, and tried to spoon-feed me. "Here, let me." I slapped the spoon away. "What's the point? I don't feel anything for you anymore." The spoon, made of glass, shattered on the floor. Chester squeezed tighter, and I struggled to catch my breath.

Collins, and Harold’s sister, Evelyn, who came outside to see what the ruckus was all about. “Alright, ladies. I guess this means that the vacation has to be postponed. I have to get to work urgently because something just came up, anyway, so I’ll see all of you later. Have fun.” Harold said. He hopped into the idling car to make a hasty getaway from the awkward situation he knew was about to unfold with the presence of his mother and sister, leaving Diane to deal with their luggage. Diane didn’t mind that the vacation was cancelled though, because she was overjoyed to see her childhood friend after so many years.

Even if this message never leaves this folder. Even if it dies with me. Goodbye, Echo. Or maybe just: Until. —Emilio

Morana’s POV The villa packed up faster than it should have. Five days of pretending the real world didn’t exist and suddenly the real world was in the car waiting. I took one last photograph from the terrace before we left. The pool. The water beyond it. The lemon trees doing their thing in the morning light. Posted it with a single word. Goodbye. The comments were immediate and dramatic in the way the internet was dramatic about everything. -she said goodbye like she’s leaving a person not a location

I glanced at Marwan and he looked angry. "What are they?" His mouth went into a sharp line and he sighed. "They are invading weeds called Phragmites. They breathe carbon dioxide. I'm certain that the supervolcano underneath this place is giving them all a massive boner. They will find a way to set it off and fill the atmosphere with what they can survive on. The nuclear winter won't bother them either. This planet is going to be destroyed Zax, we need a ship to take us off the planet and within the year," he said in all seriousness. I swallowed uncomfortably and sighed. It appears that we were going to commandeer the royal mound and then we could save some humans too. We started hiking south

It was the Council of the Deep a meeting of the marine biologists from the seven continents, all of whom looked to the atoll as their primary research station. Elena’s digital avatar appeared, shimmering with a soft, iridescent light. "Amara, the data from the deep-sea sensors is in. The Great Trench—the one the old empire used for waste disposal ten million years ago—has finally stabilized. The bioluminescent fungi have covered the last of the toxic runoff. The planet’s lymphatic system is clean." A quiet cheer broke out among the researchers gathered around the terminal. I felt a weight lift from my shoulders that I hadn't even realized I was still carrying.

“After this, no more delays. Tonight. Private ceremony. Just us. Then I’m knotting you until you can’t walk.” Tears slipped down my cheeks—happy, relieved, free. “Yes. A thousand goodbyes to everything before. Hello to you.” He kissed them away. “A thousand goodbyes.” We stayed locked on the table, hearts hammering in sync, while the city hummed outside and the bond sang its final, unbreakable note. I was Alisa Moretti. I was Kael Draven’s mate. And I had never been more free.

Disgusting. … The tide reversed completely. I watched the new comments roll in, smiled, and closed the stream. I had said everything that needed to be said. Public opinion was a blade that cut both ways. If one picked it up, they'd have to be ready for it to come back around. Now it was Rebecca's turn to learn that for herself.

Gasps filled the hall. “Where is this?” someone asked. Lena replied calmly, “Latitude 32° north, longitude 118° east. Three years ago, this was a thriving coral reef system with over two hundred species of fish. Now it’s a dead zone.” She paused—then fixed her gaze directly on Ethan Grant. “And the cause was a cargo ship called Sky Titan. Owned by Grant Maritime Group.” The hall exploded. All cameras swung instantly toward Ethan. His hands tightened on the armrests, knuckles turning white.

she repeated, refusing to even spare him a glance. For several days after that, Harrison came every day. He brought his tablet and sat beside her bed, enthusiastically showing her travel plans, jumping from the clear blue waters of Mardor to the snowy peaks of Sylora. "What do you think about this place, Eleanor? It's private, with standalone villas over the water. We can watch the sunrise and sunset every day and not think about anything else." "Anything's fine," Eleanor replied absent-mindedly, her eyes fixed on the window.