Re-written Novels & Stories

She shrugged. "Maybe someday I'll tell you. Just please try to understand, Wolfie. I'm not trying to be a bitch or anything. This is hard for me in so many ways. To add on the fact that you've already ghosted me and the way you treated me when I first came back." she said honestly. I cringed, knowing that she was right. "I'm so sorry, baby. I would do anything to go back and change what I did. I'm an ass and I don't deserve you but please, princess, give me another chance. I'll make sure that you never regret it" I pleaded and she softened.

"Cry out all of your pain. I will stay here with you." ~ Stargem: Rewrite ~

I inhale deeply before ringing the bell. As I wait for the door to be opened, my eyes wander to the patio at the upper floor. Once upon a time, Liam and I once used to look at the stars there through his father's old telescope huddled up in a fuzzy blanket, sipping hot cocoa and whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears while laughing. I smile as I recollect the good old days while gazing at the patio where I could almost picture the memories as clear as day. The home had been remodeled. When contrasted to the old design, this is sophisticated. The semi-detached mansion in front of me now screams 'wealthy'. I suppose the merger paid off in the end.

Like a fool for love, I concluded in my mind to dial Roderigo, seeking any opportunity that would bring us back together. The first two dails were hung up, the 3rd and 4th one were left to ring until the call ended, I tried making one last attempt but his phone was switched off. This only got me more desperate and hurt. I felt to be put out of this mean world. ************* Bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! The alarm bipped nonstop that I had to hit it till it made no more noise. It was now I was beginning to regain my consciousness.

At least, that was what I told myself. However, when I actually sat in the exam room, before the papers were even handed out, my hands were already trembling. I knew better than anyone how much I had put into that. I wanted a good result. The SAT ended smoothly. When the scores came out, I had done better than ever before. It was good enough for a strong university. Derrick's Writing and Language score was still terrible, so in the end, he chose to use his competition results to get into Kingswell University.

- A year later, I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the city lights below. After I left that family, my career only continued to improve. My skills and talent had finally been recognized, and I was now a design director. My phone vibrated with a message from an unknown number. It was a photo, showing an old woman with white hair hunched over a trash can, rummaging for food. My mother-in-law, who had once been so proud and domineering, had ended up living like this after all. She looked at least twenty years older. Her clothes were in tatters, and she was limping. Her eyes were cloudy, but I could still see a sharp, calculating look in them.

She typed furiously: To Unknown Number: Who are you? The reply came instantly: Unknown Number: Break the cycle. Then, nothing.

At that moment, I felt a complete revulsion towards someone. The Eric who once sparkled in my heart, without equal in my eyes, had started to decay the moment he chose Willa. Then, he was utterly gone. I let out a soft laugh. "Eric, why bother explaining? You and I are history. "Willa's having your baby, so step up and take responsibility." Eric's eyes brimmed with tears as he saw my indifference. "No, no! I know what matters to you, Sylvia, I know it!"

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Zane After months of recuperation, my body had finally regained its strength. I stood before the mirror in my chambers, flexing my fingers, feeling the blood pulse through my veins, a renewed sense of vigor coursing through me. It was time to put the next phase of my plan into motion. I pulled the heavy velvet drapes aside, letting the early morning sun flood the room, a stark contrast to the darkness that had clouded my mind during my illness. The light felt like a baptism, a signal that I was ready to reclaim my place. I called for my most trusted lieutenant.