She's So Gone By Naomi Scott Novels & Stories

“Why did she do that even when I had no pure intentions towards her…” dialedHellopickedshe

And now, another woman was wearing it. I sat up and rubbed my temples. There was an awful churn in my stomach. “How did you get in?” “I just came to grab the blueprint.” Sophie remarked nonchalantly while gesturing at the entrance, “I got a set of spare keys from Emma.” She pointed to the torrential rain outside on Broadway and added, “It's pouring outside, and my clothes got wet. I figured I’d just borrow one of your shirts.” Then, she shrugged and remarked nonchalantly, “Come on, I wore your shirt during the pool party last time in the Hamptons. It’s just a shirt anyway. What’s the big deal?”

No wonder Tim could be so utterly deranged as to dig up his mother’s grave just to frame me. As it turned out, the whole “death” was a lie. I sent Sarah a message. “Tim’s mother isn’t dead. The truth is in the email I sent you.” Whether she chose to read it or not was no longer my concern. My flight was booked for three days later. Summer had done the booking. When Sarah returned home, she saw me packing. Half my clothes had been thrown away, and a small portion had been boxed up and shipped to South City.

All that remained was an overwhelming sense of bitterness. Jodie Duncan was a soldier in the art troupe and Kyson's true love in the military. I was just his abandoned wife from the countryside. Of course, I couldn't measure up to her. That night, after my son, Darryl Hale, was asleep, I quietly went out to the yard. I dug up every seed, and with them, the last shred of hope I had for Kyson. Snapping out of my thoughts, I masked my sorrow and pushed open the door.

All in all, my current appearance was very similar to that of a beggar. "Sorry. I was looking for something in the trash can. I'll leave once I find it, and I'll also clean up after myself," I explained apologetically. The waitress refused to listen and scolded angrily, "Enough nonsense! Get out, or I'm calling security!" She spoke very loudly, which drew the attention of the surrounding people. Jayden, upon hearing the commotion, also looked over at me. "Emily," he exclaimed in shock. I glanced at him before looking away calmly.

And paranoid. The more miles she put between herself and that feeling, she realized she'd been silly. No more late-night movies about crime dramas, she reasoned to herself. Turning up the radio, she perked up when she and Audrey's favorite song came on. Beatrice sang while Dina kicked her feet and giggled and by the time Beatrice pulled into her small apartment complex, she’d completely forgotten about the weird sensation she'd had back at work. Tomorrow was Friday. Aside

Just like that, I transformed from a mangled body into a box of ashes. After that, she rode the Ferris wheel with my ashes. Then, she buried me beside my sister and changed her gravestone name to Angel. Then, she lost all of her daughters on the day Vanessa was sentenced to death. That day, my mother climbed to a tall building and jumped off. I watched as her blood stained the ground, just as gruesome as when Angel died. Slowly, my soul began to fade away. 'This is goodbye, Mom.'

The brother who used to take medicine with me just to comfort me and the childhood sweetheart who would stay by my side around the clock whenever I was sick—they were no longer the people they once were. "Jolene, why are you crying?" Douglas felt a pang in his chest and instinctively reached to wipe my tears, but a nurse walked in. "The young lady outside just fainted from distress. Someone should tend to her." Hearing that Mona had passed out, the two hurried out, leaving me alone again. My phone kept buzzing with messages from Mona. "Jolene, you're the one who's more injured, so why is everyone fussing over me instead?

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.

“I admit defeat, Emma. Please, just come back. If you don’t, Noah will kill me!” She sobbed uncontrollably on the phone, her voice ragged and hoarse, broken up by sharp inhalations of pain. I removed my sunglasses slowly, turned over on the lounge chair, and stretched beneath the golden sun. “I warned you from the beginning—Noah was never a kind man. You didn’t listen. “Now that everything’s come to light, you’ll just have to endure it. When the time is right, I’ll come back.” When she realized I had no intention of returning, Jill dropped the act entirely.