She's Gone Meme Novels & Stories

“She's your birth mother.” Charles blinked. “Birth mother?” “The woman who gave birth to you.” James's voice was hoarse. “The queen raised you, but Lady Eaves was the one who gave you life.” The child did not seem to fully understand. “Then… where is Lady Eaves now?” James felt a lump in his throat and only replied after a long while. “She went somewhere very far away.” “Will she come back?” “...No. She won't.” Charles lowered his head, tugging at James’s clothes with his small hands. “Father, are you very sad?”

All my memories floated into the wind. At that moment, Seraphina posted a new update. In the photo, her father beamed as Aiden served her the choicest cut of grilled meat. The caption read: "Families meet to finalize mating ceremony details". I didn’t get angry. I was just… profoundly sad. Whose mating ceremony was this exactly? Aiden and me, or Aiden and Seraphina? I exited the post. I wanted to send Aiden my questions, all my hurt, all my confusion. I typed and deleted for ages, then sent nothing. Why bother? Even if I said it, nothing would change.

MATTEO She is so beautiful. When I look at her from close, that’s what I always think. She is beautiful but she is beaten and broken. She is damaged and dangerous. They had taken her innocence and her peace of mind. It hurts me to know that whatever she does now to bring her old self back, it won’t ever be enough. Valentina is gone. It seems the innocent girl, the one who was whole, had died a long time ago and what I see now is the broken shell of a person she once was.

When I was eight, she even made me a headline and labeled me as a heartless monster, putting me through endless online abuse and bullying. Still, I suppose she would be happy now that I was dead. No one could hurt her precious Angel anymore.

She hired the best doctors in the world and arranged the most expensive hospital suite. Because of Zara, my grandmother lived another year. She passed away peacefully, smiling. On the day my grandmother died, I asked Zara how I could ever repay what she had done. Her gaze lingered on my face for a long time. "Just stay with me. That's enough." But I could tell. She wasn't really looking at me. She was looking through me, at someone else. "There should be a deadline, Ms. Moody," I said to her. "Call me Zara."

"I'm her sister, Claire Portman. My sister passed away. Yesterday, I meant to bring you some of her things, but I drank too much. I can't remember anything after that." I cast a glance at the crumpled clothes scattered on the floor and quickly looked away. "Did you mistake me for Mandy yesterday? I'm sorry for drinking. I was just so sad… Now, it's only me left." Tears silently slid down my cheeks. The comments kept flooding in. "Come on, she's making excuses for Xavier. He's not blind—he reacted immediately when she fell into his arms soaking wet." "No man could resist a beautiful woman clinging to him like that. She's definitely plotting something."

I was helping a client catch his cheating girlfriend. After I snapped a photo of her with another man, my client sent it to her and called her in a fury. The next second, my wife's voice came through the phone. "Aww, baby, don't be mad. You're the other man too!" Her voice was sweet and gentle, but the words carried a mocking edge. My client froze. "What... do you mean?" She answered with eerie calm. "There are seven men ahead of you. But I only have one husband, and his name is Theo." Theo… That's my name.

Mom raises me and my brother, Cameron Joyner, by herself after she gets a divorce. Cameron was born with congenital asthma and has to take medication every day. Although I'm healthier, Mom treats me better than Cameron. She always says, "You're the apple of my eye, Cassie. I don't want you to feel troubled because of Cam." From the very beginning of my life, I've always been number one in Mom's heart. However, the year I turn 15, Cameron suddenly disappears. Mom completely changes after he goes missing.

I used to be a renowned reporter at the height of my career, but I gave it up to become a stay-at-home dad so I could support my wife, Sarah, in her rising career as a news anchor. Things went downhill fast after our daughter was born. Sarah constantly forgot to pick up formula and neglected our baby, and I kept finding evidence of her ongoing affair with her colleague, Mark. When I went back to the station to apply for my old job, Mark went out of his way to humiliate me. Even when our daughter ended up in the emergency room, Mark did everything he could to make things difficult for us. That was the last straw, and I decided to strike back. During a live broadcast, I exposed their affair

"Enough! We're heading to brunch. You're all sweaty and gross, so don't bother tagging along." Mom was already in the car, calling out from a distance. "Hurry up! That place doesn't hold reservations. We're going to be late!" I stood there, watching them drive away without me. They treated me like an outsider, but that was fine. The country still needed me, and my team still believed in me. If they did not want me anymore, I would fulfill their wishes.