Still 2gether Novels & Stories

“What do you mean?” He didn’t look at me when he shook his head. “What are you hiding? What is scary?” I asked him again. He can be so elusive sometimes. He shook his head again. “We won’t do just three months, Bee. We will be together until our hair becomes grey.” “You know it’s not possible, and one day, one of us will regret it. I don’t want what we had to get ugly, Bash. In future, when I think of us, I want to smile.”

He went home that day a changed person and figured out the best ways to handle his marriage. This resulted in a vacation that also included renewing of their vows, and when they got back after receiving a call from Mrs Xell's Manager they met their house in chaos. Filled with ashes and dark Walls from the fire with minor damage. They settled with Mrs Xell and moved to another country with their marriage blissful; they moved to another country for a fresh start. After the renovation Mrs Xell set the house up for sale but Steve came up with the idea to turn the House for Airbnb.

Everyone got it, except the fifth couple and they were out. The next game was the dancing game on an arrangement of tiles which would be reduced gradually till the last tile. It wasn't an easy game because they had to hold their partners very tight before they could pass the game, and this made the other couples fail, and they finally remained three couples. Ray and Arabella, David and Celine and one other couple. “Now we have gotten to the best part," the announcer said. “This part is called, do you know your partner well?” he said.

You think you're entitled to everything because of your oh-so-great bloodline? "However, there's one thing you'll never get your hands on." Iris looked lost. "And what's that?" I stood tall, my voice ringing out. "A do-over. There's no magic pill for regret in this world." I raised my voice just a notch. "Pretty soon, Damon and I will tie the knot, and you're totally invited to the bonding ceremony." Iris looked like he had more to say, but I did not want to hear it. I wriggled free and slammed the door shut.

That second round lasted until I was twenty-one, when we mutually split, deciding we were better off as friends. I’d like to say it was completely over between us after that, but in the three years since, we’ve slipped up and slept together a few times. What can I say? Old habits die hard, and it’s almost too easy to fall back into something that’s so familiar- especially when you live under the same roof. Despite our slip-ups, the two of us have an understanding and we don’t expect anything more from one another. So yeah, to an outsider, this thing between Sam and I might seem weird- but for us, it works. “Have you heard back from Gray?” I ask, sliding my cup onto the table as I turn to my

“I checked a few times. I don’t see Denise Summer on the list. “Are you sure she came back here to repeat senior year?” He stood motionless as he muttered, “I-I’m not sure.” Ever since the PSATs had ended, he and Denise had been talking less often. All he remembered was that when she got her scores, she decided to repeat the year. After that, they never really discussed anything about school in detail again. At a loss, Corbin thanked Margaret awkwardly. He then picked up his suitcase and headed back to the neighborhood. He had run out of ideas about where Denise could be.

I call. “Do you need to go?” Jim asks. “Yeah. I suppose I should work at work, right?” Jim chuckles. “Right. I’ll call you later. Love you, babe.” “Love you too.” I hang up, and the uneasy feeling comes back. I don’t want to drift apart after we finally got together.

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

he said. “Tresh,” she did not want to drag this parting process, it was already painful enough. “We started this together, Amaya. You worked really hard to get it to where it is. I will not feel comfortable continuing with it without you. There are multiple online meeting platforms we could use to communicate and choose new applicants. Becky can do the stuff that need to be done here but could you please stay on?” he suggested. He had thought very hard about this. Even if they were no longer together, the foundation would keep them in touch.

Everything around her faded, the conversation, the laughter, the rustle of paper as her ears rang with those words: “In due time.” A wedding that shouldn’t be happening. A future that wasn’t hers. And Darren... saying nothing. When the meeting finally ended, she wasn’t even sure how. She only realized it was over when chairs scraped against the polished floor and murmured goodbyes began echoing out the room. Claire blinked, coming back to herself. The board members filtered out, handshakes and tight smiles exchanged. Ingrid stayed behind, engaging one of the investors in further conversation, her laughter like soft daggers in the air.