Spnati Faraway Novels & Stories

“Don’t listen to her lies! Ethan told me she’s a failed actress. If Ethan hadn’t rescued her, who knows where she’d be now?” “The Reece family? Please! This woman will say anything to survive!” After hearing Charlotte’s words, they laughed cruelly. Ethan’s face grew even darker. He turned his back on me and walked away. He did not care about me, even though I was dying. My body grew stiff. Before I blacked out, I saw a figure in the distance. Tears blurred my view. I called out even though I knew it might just be a hallucination. “Papa… save me…”

My voice dropped, almost begging. Winnie laughed—sharp and grating. "Oh, Ms. Keyne, I'm so sorry." She didn't sound it. "New policy. For client security, all large recharges and renewals must be signed in person by a family member with valid ID. We don't accept remote transfers." "Just bring Maya back. I'm begging you. It's freezing out. She can't handle it. I'm two kilometers away—I'll be there any minute." Tears burned at my eyes. It felt like a fist squeezing my chest.

"I hope that's your motivation not to vote for me." "Obviously these people will vote for you because you are Charleston Jones Spielberg. You are everyone's favourite. Are you going to tell your father about your outrageous idea?" "Unless I want to sign up for my own death, yes," Charles replied, shuddering. "However, seeing by your horrific reaction to my ideas, it's a win thing for me. It means if I speak of them in my speech, it won't get people to vote for me." Bryan shook his head vigorously. "It means you'll make yourself the enemy of Iceland."

We leave through the underwater tunnel. Then I deleted the message and dialed another number. "Prepare the divorce papers." After hanging up, I clutched the phone, my other hand resting gently on my stomach. A small life was growing there. An heir to his bloodline that Elio Carbone knew nothing about. "Baby," I whispered, lowering my head. "Mama's going to take you to see an ocean without the smoke of gunpowder."

"Girl, we all know you are the wildest among of us!" "That was before, More. I think I became less active when I gave birth to Uno." "Do you still feel the sparks?" Haponesa asked. "Yup. The spark is still there. But even though we both want the fun, we are also both tired. He's tired from work while me from babysitting Uno." "Is there any difference? Did something change?" "Like?" I asked back. "Like you guys are distant since you're no longer intimate with each other."

I ignored her every single time, but her existence was getting in the way of my good mood. I had to get away from her. Work had to be set aside for now. I booked a flight ticket and left for the beach. I grew up in a landlocked area, and the sea was something foreign to me. After the wedding, we were going to have our honeymoon at a beach, but her work jumbled up that plan. After that failed honeymoon, she promised me again and again that we would go someday.

Still my eyes close I manage to grab Farren’s chubby arms to pull her close to me. I used her arm to wipe some sands on my face. Her arms are quite chubbier and sturdier than the last time I hold it. It keeps on vibrating on my face as if Farren is giggling, but I can’t hear her snorting or scream in high pitch sounds. “Keep still, Farren,” I requested. “Uhm, auntie?” Farren called. I heard Caleb laugh at the background and Ciri giggling. “What?” I groaned, still rubbing her arms on my cheeks and face.

" Tears streamed down his face. I drifted higher and higher. He reached out, desperate to catch me, but his fingers only passed through the increasingly faint mist. He stood on the balcony, watching the direction where I vanished. His arms still raised, frozen in the air, unwilling to let go. Postscript: Greyson POV Five years later. A small boy burst into my study. "Daddy, will you take me to play?" I lifted my head from the documents and offered a gentle smile. "Not today, buddy. How about tomorrow?" Today marked the fifth anniversary of Millie's departure. As always, I carried a bouquet of lilies to her grave.

Hunter was already waiting at our usual spot, stretching his wrists and joints. Faraway, endless snow peaks sparkled with a sacred radiance under the sun. What a feeling—so vast, so free.

Flora sprawled on the bed, her eyes closed, feeling too lazy to get up. She wished she had nowhere to go that day, she has a fashion shoot with her two friends Daisy and Kimora. She turned immediately she hear her phone buzz and rolled her eyes immediately she saw it was from Gregor. She has been ignoring his calls and texts and doesn’t want to talk to him. She’s definitely going to talk to him but not now, she wants him to feel hurt the way he made her feel.