Spell Goodbye Novels & Stories

My wife, Sarah, was the executive chef at a renowned Michelin-starred restaurant in town. Her culinary creations were famous across the city, making a reservation nearly impossible to secure. Yet in our ten years of marriage, she had never cooked me a single meal at home. She always claimed that cooking was just her job, and when she came home, she didn’t want to set foot in the kitchen. Naturally, I wanted to visit her restaurant and taste her food. However, every time I brought it up, she insisted that all the tables were fully booked and told me not to make a scene. Everything changed when my mother’s seventieth birthday approached. Half a month in advance, I asked Sarah if she could

When the air and the silence were back to normal, Arabella heaved a deep sigh. Bill just dumped her and Trishia begged for Bill. It was time for her to close their story. With a heavy heart, “Goodbye, Bill Sky.” Arabella muttered in the air.

I smiled and thought about my conversation with Sarah back at the pond and I wondered if she ever found her peace. Couldn’t hurt to try. “Sarah.” I whispered. “I don’t know if you can hear me. But I can let you go now. I found my peace. It’s time for you to find yours. Goodbye, my dear friend.” A soft breeze blew past me with a quiet whisper. “Goodbye.” The End.

will be hurt if every time you think of me you will be sad we both knew that I don't want my princess to be sad or crying, right? Also, I will be able to fulfill my dream of becoming a star. Yes, I know that when I become a star, I will be far away from you, but it's fine. The most important thing is that you're happy and safe. I'm already contented from looking at you in the distance and protecting you secretly instead of me being here near you yet causing you nothing but constant pain. Besides, we'll still always be together even if I'm already a star. Yes, we will be far apart but we will always be together in each other's hearts, right? We will always remain in each other's hearts so th

"Please listen to me." "Listen to you? Listen to you for what? What do you want to tell me, that you're sorry? Do you want to apologize to me or Kim? What difference would it make? Would it change the fact that Kim went through hell? Would it change the fact that you and this disgusting creature who calls herself a mother sold Kim to Helium, and her body was used to transport drugs? Would it change the fact that Kim almost died and was put in a psychiatric ward?

beep the heart rate __/\/\___/\/\/\____________ meanwhile in the sky good angel is weeping even the evil angel eyes are filled with tears good angel : why sob why sob what she did sobb evil angel : this is her destiny good angel : what wrong she did sobb she became a orphan in overnight sobb evil angel : I told you already no one can change the destiny good angel : so is this the end evil angel : yes this is the end....... . . . is this the end??????

"Lost in your drama? Drop the sob story." Grief overflowed, and my vision swam. "Wish it was fiction." I yanked the suitcase back and bolted. Her taunt echoed. "Stay gone since you're so tough! We'll pretend you're six feet under!" I paused, wiping my tears. As they wished, I would die out there.

Kayla stood on the sidewalk, umbrella in hand, staring at the diagnosis report. A bitter smile crossed her face as she thought about having just a week to live. That was enough for her to say goodbye to this world and Winston. Her phone died while she was on her way home. As soon as she reached home and turned her phone back on, it was bombarded with messages from her friends. "Kay, you're so lucky! If I had a husband like Mr. Atwood, I'd wake up smiling every day!" "Damn, Kay, your husband is something else! Everyone's buzzing about how he's flaunting his love for you!"

When news got to my mother that I called the wedding off with the intention to break up with Lorenzo, she looked at me and sighed. “It’s for the best. You aren’t right for each other.” Fighting back the tears, I nodded. “That’s true, Mom. We are not a good fit.” Once my mother was gone, my phone lit up. Gianna sent me a brief video clip. In the video, Lorenzo lay in a hospital bed, his right arm bandaged up and his face pale.

But when I woke up, I was still alone, paying for sins I'll never outrun. "Goodbye, Gina. I wish you and Ryan nothing but joy. In the next life, I swear I won't let you down." I shook the envelope, and a necklace fell out. It was the one that held the ashes of our first baby, Jeremy's last tether to the past, but now he had given it to me. Behind me, Ryan called out, asking me to cut the cake. I called back, slipping the letter into my drawer. Then, I fastened the necklace around my neck and walked toward him.