So Eden Sank To Grief Novels & Stories

"Anything we discuss here will be kept confidential if that's what you prefer. You can trust us completely and feel safe sharing with us." Eden's lips parted, unleashing a guttural sob that seemed to come from the depths of her soul. "My life is over," she declared with a desolate tone. "He's dead, and it's all my fault." ...

“You are the epitome of destruction. Everything you touch or come in contact with withers away, just like your mother! You stabbed her when you were just a child! Can't you see? You've always been an insane monster since the moment you came out of your mother's womb! And I'm done with you, I don't have any hopes for you becoming someone great anymore. Now Harry will carry my name forward and I'll make him take over the lands and fields.” Edmund only glared at him without responding and Mr Collin gave him one last look of both disappointment and scorn before he stormed out of his room. Edmund watched his retreating shadow disappearing through the dimly lighted hallway. His mind drifted toward

I decided to send Lilly a message in hopes it would smooth things over. Lilly, I wanted to apologize for being so short with you. When Armond showed up I was so mad and I tried to take it out on you. Please forgive me and have dinner with me when we land in L.A. L.M. I wasn’t sure if I would even receive a response but I could always hope. I ended up falling asleep and dreamed of fiery green eyes all night.

"She was already gone by the time you returned with the file." I took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in my throat. "I just need her body, Dante. She deserves to be laid to rest." His response hit me like a ton of bricks. "That won't be possible," he said solemnly. "She was either eaten by sharks or has decayed at the bottom of the Mississippi River." I shot up from my seat, the force of my movement slamming Dante against the wall behind him. "What do you mean, the bottom of the Mississippi?" I demanded, my heart racing with fear and anger.

I giggled and sank into the tidal wave of his love. The night stretched long, and so would our happiness. Not long after, I became pregnant. When Caleb and I visited our new villa, we saw Thomas and Juliet tending flowers in the park. Their old clothes were streaked with dirt. Adrian was nearby, drunk in broad daylight, with a crying baby beside him. Under the scorching sun, their former pride had long since vanished. Seeing me, they hastily pulled on their masks and hurried away with Adrian. Their aging figures were the very picture of desolation.

Beep. He hung up. Then two texts popped up. [Your lies never end.] [If you won't apologize to Roxana, then take Luca and leave. My family doesn't want you here.] Even through the screen, he felt ice cold. How did I waste all those years just because he once said he loved me? I wiped my face. Couldn't even argue anymore. Just typed: [Luca's gone. We're at St. Mary's in Valea. Come. Once the funeral's over, we're done.]

We packed the dinner,ate and sleep as early as possible since we both are tired, and we had to go to work tomorrow morning. I hop on the bed, I'm trying to sleep, but those eyes are coming into my mind, some people says, Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, maybe I'm the one who is wanting to see the eyes that speaks despair and agony, or what I've seen is actually true emotions from him.

Spider yelled into his face "Brace yourself!!" He yelled again Eden couldn't take it any longer. He walked out of the burial ground immediately. He walked to sit under a big tree a little bit farther from the burial ground. As he sat on the wooden chair, he placed his gaze on the ground and a tear escaped his eyes. "Eden!" Juliet called as she ran after him. She heaved a sigh as she caught sight of him and she walked to sit beside him. "You should be strong for the boys you know," She said as she removed her sunglasses

Often, I waited until I was starving to death, only for them to return home jolly and well-fed. Similar occurrences repeated, and I started to cook for myself like I had done in the past. Maybe because I hadn't cooked for so long, my skills had deteriorated. Right now, I could only stare at the charred toast in front of me. That night, I ate alone. The bitter taste of burnt bread filled my mouth, spreading to my heart. My eyes grew red, and I couldn't control the tears rolling down my cheeks. I recalled my parents' harsh admonitions, Blake blaming me for everything and refusing to trust me, and Remy framing me for no good reason.

It took a while for me to scan her bloated and wrinkly face before I recognized her to be the once arrogant Little Miss Sunshine. It was Eden. Her entitlement and insufferable sweetness were long gone. All that was left was desperate humility and poverty. “Yes?” I asked calmly, my hands in the pockets of my windbreaker. I didn’t approach her. Eden looked at me, her eyes shifting from jealousy and resentment to a lifeless void. “I was with Kirk when he died,” she said, indifferent to whether I was listening. “He died next to a heap of trash, clutching the cheap, fake ring he bought from a street vendor. He kept calling out to you.”