Stay A Little Longer Book Novels & Stories

I only had a year to find my answers, no distractions was a good way to start. "Venus, honey, are you ready?" My mom called me from the kitchen, as I opened my bedroom door. "Yes, mom be right there." I called back. Walking towards the kitchen, I was singing Famous Last Words out loud. "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay I'll be forgiven, Nothing you can say can stop me going home. Can you see my eyes are shining bright? Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak..."

Will does the same and the silence sets in again. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment, and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform.

He sounded self-deprecating and pained as he said, "I remember everything now. Samantha has been protecting me all this while." Jennifer, Dad, and Lisa turned ashen when they saw I'd labeled the pen drive with the correctional facility's name. … Half a year passed in the blink of an eye. I stood on one of the South Isles' ice sheets and followed a cameraman around, quietly recording the migration path the penguins would take. We returned to the base after completing our work for the day. Then, I received a video call from my superior. "The project at the South Isles is going to end soon, Summer. When are you returning?"

This time, she would have no lingering attachments. … It was the early morning hours, and George still had not returned. He only sent a message saying he would be on a business trip for a week. Soon after, Kimberly also sent a photo of George taking her and a group of friends to a victory celebration. [George said he's taking me abroad to celebrate his victory.] Cora only replied with one word: [Great.] Taking advantage of this time, she packed her luggage and made a detailed travel itinerary. After finishing her plans, she first booked a flight back to her hometown.

Two chapters from me. One from Noah. The book was at chapter fourteen of the first volume of the seven book series. At this rate we would finish the first volume in three weeks. I had already ordered the second. Noah closed the book. He put it on the bedside table. He looked at the ammonite. He looked at Adrian in the small chair. "You should stay," he said. The room was very quiet. Adrian looked at him. "At the hotel?" he said. Noah shook his head.

Bianca glanced at me, then nodded hard and started explaining. "Theo stayed unmarried all the way until his thirties because of me. Now, he's about to die. I have to at least fulfill his wish." As she spoke, her cheeks flushed slightly, as if what she was about to say next was hard to get out. "Theo…stayed a virgin for me. He's never been with a woman. So I've decided to have a child for him. I've already talked it through with him. The baby will take your last name. That should be fine, right?"

Mila, standing next to them, said, "Luna Amelia did this on purpose. She's too fragile to endure something like that. She's just trying to make you give in. I bet she'll be back in three days." What no one expected was for me to be gone for six years.

She sent one message on Wednesday evening, to the main group where the first post had travelled. It said: Tomorrow a book comes out. It is called The Woman Who Stayed. It is the full version of everything I have been writing about this past year. It is for you. She added the cover image. She pressed post. Closed her phone. And went to bed. --- The morning of the launch she woke at her usual time.

Thank you so much for reading my book, Next update will come so soon.

Then a staff member touched her arm. The moment vanished. Lena smiled. Turned away. And continued walking. --- By dusk they retreated. Nobody argued. Nobody wanted to stay. The place crawled under their skin. The false peace. The manufactured contentment. The smiles. God. The smiles. --- The bookshop basement was unusually quiet when they returned. People gathered around the central table. Waiting. Watching. Hoping. Bea hated being the one who had to speak first. She rubbed her hands over her face.