Novel & Cerita Spirits Are Forever With You

He slowly takes my hand, placing a light kiss as a drop of tear falls on my palm “In this life time, in the next, or the next after, no matter how many times I am to be reborn, I would love you like I have always loved you, ‘ALWAYS AND FOREVER,” he says, as he calmly drew in his last breath.

It was the token we'd made together on the day he confessed his love to me. Back then, Eugene had smiled at me and said, "May our love be as eternal as the stars—never to be broken." Now, the chain lay shattered, its pieces scattered across the bed… just like the vows we once made.

Until his final day. That day, clarity returned. He gave one final instruction for his epitaph. "To the only one I have ever loved, may we meet again in the next life." What he didn't know was that, at nearly the same moment, Harper was lying in bed too. She was surrounded by the man she loved, and generations of children and grandchildren. "Grandma, do you have anything you'd like to say?" She looked at Christopher, who had stood by her side for sixty years.

The skirt still pooled around my barstool like a secret I was badly keeping. The bartender refilled my glass without being asked. "Celebrating or mourning?" he asked. "Both." I picked up the glass. "I'm being spontaneous. Unpredictable." He looked at the skirt peeking out from under my jacket. "In a wedding dress?" "Especially in a wedding dress." I downed the shot. "Suit yourself." He started to move away. A voice to my right said, "Bad day?" Deep. Quiet. The kind of voice that didn't need to be loud to be heard.

After finishing up some paperwork, I quickly get up in search of my mate. I step out into the hallway when I bump into someone tiny. Sparks immediately flow into my body and this delicious smell hits my nose like a freight train. "Mate" is growled out by both of us as we finally look into each other's arms. I immediately put my face into her neck inhaling as much of her scent as possible. "What's your name beautiful?" I ask her "Emily. What's yours handsome?" She asks in a seductive tone. I growl in appreciation before saying "John. How old are you?" She replies with 27. You?" Shit I hope she isn't intimidated by age. "I just turned 38 in June" I say as I kiss her forehead. "Are you disappoi

“It’s half-past Ten already, and look at you, you already drank four bottles of whiskey. You’re looking like a total mess” “You can just leave me here alone if you have something to do, Sandy.” “What? And why would I even do that? I can’t leave you here like this!” I drunk another glass of long neck. “You know what, San? I think this world really hates me.” “What? What are you saying?”

Because closure doesn’t always come with perfect words or final hugs. Sometimes, it comes in the quiet knowing: This chapter is over. And I’m not rewriting it.

"Ignore him. Let’s dance." I took the shot, the liquid fire hitting the back of my throat. I didn't care about Julian, or Victoria, or the missing lace. I didn't care that Harrison was currently driving back with cognac, or that Mrs. Grant was likely planning my downfall in a hotel ballroom miles away. The music swelled, the lights spun, and I leaned into Ethan, the alcohol finally numbing the fear. I drank until the floor felt like water and the ceiling felt like the sky. For this one night, the fugitive was dead, and the girl was finally, dangerously alive.

Was writing on the banner with red ink. " What is the meaning of this karma?" I ask, gritting my teeth in anger. " My beloved flower, from the very first day I set my eyes on you, I lost my mind to you, I think of you when I'm eating, you are always by my side when I'm sleeping, even in the toilet you are always there, my love for you is like a Lion's love for meat, you are the air I breathe the sugar in my bee, no, the honey in my bee, you are my forever, I love you and will always...."

I chuckled, preparing myself for a wild night. They all started to cheer and make quite a raucous as I emerged as if we were frats boys all over again, and for about a minute I was shaking hands and getting jerked into a hug with hard pats on the back. Jacob handed a glass cup of what I suspected was champagne to me and raised his for a toast. “...to reuniting with friends,” he said, and we all echoed the words, clicking our glass cups. I chuckled and shook my head.