Second Story Novels & Stories

“But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.” Elowen held that gaze for one long moment, then turned slightly - just enough to show she was aware of the dais and the court beyond it. The banners fluttered faintly with the movement of air through high doors. The sound of distant bells - announcement bells, ceremonial bells - threaded through the hall, low and inevitable.

She wouldn't be able to look at herself in the mirror if she took her own baby's life. “Where do you live? Please can you tell me Madeline!” Madeline continued to bit her lip more and more to reduce the pain but it only got worse. She was becoming frantic and her vision was already getting blurred. “...C-close to.... twelve s-street d-downtown. Dr-apes building...” She couldn't bear the pain anymore. Her head was already spinning and all she could think of was her baby and the trail of blood around her before she passed out.

He understood she was angry but that was not a ticket for her to fiddle around with barely one day left for them to publicly accept each other as mates Ginny noticed they were standing up to go into the reception so she stood up to follow and she gave Simon a signal too but he wasn’t interested in going anywhere. Ginny followed them into the reception, listened to everything and returned looking livid. Simon already knew what was coming next and Ginny also knew what he wanted to do. “Golden Suit, Third floor, Room number 217”

I sobbed. “That's a bastard of a guy. Don't do anything stupid okay? Come visit me” I nodded as if she was standing in front of me. I cut the call, wiping my tears. I went to my office to go over my files an hour before the meeting. As I sat down, I took sight of a newspaper lying on my daily newspaper table. I walked over and took it out. ANTONIO DANTE BRINGS IN A NEW MISTRESS AND DIVORCES HIS WIFE, STELLA ROMILLY.

What happened to him? She paused on the picture in which he was kissing her and zoomed in. They both radiated happiness, smiling as they kissed. Shanice scoffed. How can someone settle for being someone's second choice anyway? Serena had no self-respect. No matter what, nothing can change the fact that she was Asher's first choice and Serena will always be the second choice.

Shе nеvеr has tо knоw thаt I’m watching, and I’ll bе able tо see once аnd fоr аll what she gеtѕ up tо. Trаffіс is flоwіng frееlу and I mаkе іt thеrе in decent tіmе. Thеrе’ѕ a mеzzаnіnе restaurant оn the second flооr of the lobby. I position myself оn a bаlсоnу tаblе with mу laptop.

photoshop behind her, where two people are trying to get married. Watching him leave, Ada Wood slowly walked towards the direction of "autumn water Pleasant". She knew where the duplex villa was. Standing at the door, she watched Zora Wood's favorite Lavender planted inside. The last time she was brought by Aaron, she didn't have a good look here. In her memory, there are four rooms on the second floor, one for mom and Dad, one for her and one for Zora, and another is a secret base, so she can't go indirectly from the second floor.

As I reached the second floor, I was greeted by different groups of young people drinking and sitting on couches surrounding tables with food on them. And from what I saw, I realized that the first floor was for the dance floor and bar counter, while the second floor was for those who just wanted to drink or maybe drink before going to the dance floor. The attention of some groups of young people was drawn to me as I passed in front of them, and I couldn't help but feel their gaze on me as if they desired me. I just ignored them and went to the railings of the second floor. From there, I surveyed the entire second floor, not minding the occasional glances that were directed towards me.

Gabriel is Second to the the leader that banished us and with his kind of power he is nobody to mess with. I bit my lip and scratched my nose with my other hand. "I shouldn't of been so careless." I mumbled, feeling upset because I let him down. Another sound emanated in the distance and with it a howl. A sign that the Remis pack was close. "What was that?" I asked. My ears going in the direction of the howling.

I checked the windows, ensuring they were sealed. I returned to Chloe, kissing her cheek. “Listen to me, love. You must stay in your room, okay? The door stays locked. Nobody comes in. Not ever. If you hear a knock, you stay quiet, like a little mouse. Mama will be back before you eat breakfast.” The instructions were agonizingly specific, yet they were for me—a desperate prayer to the universe that she would remain safe and silent for the eight hours I was gone. The guilt was a physical knot in my chest, a daily penance for the selfishness that had led me to this room. But that guilt was also the fire that fueled my new ambition. I had to succeed at Izakaya Mori.