Story Of Your Life Novels & Stories

It was the best moment of my life. Years after, I finished school and got married to a man I fell in love with on campus, Trevor and we gave birth to two beautiful kids.

"They'll see strength. Real strength. The kind that admits fear but keeps going anyway." The lights dimmed. The film began. Ninety minutes of my life condensed and crafted into narrative. It opened with footage of me now—peaceful, creating, happy—then flashed back to tell the story chronologically. Young Bethany meeting Brock. The wedding. The betrayal. The fake death. The debt. The descent into poverty and fear. Then the fightback. Starting Nott Designs. Exposing Brock. The custody battles. The kidnappings. Shaw. Jessica. All of it.

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ” “ɪ’ʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ”

"Always so eager to be broken." As they led me toward the basement door, the clink of the leash against the floorboards sounded like a funeral bell for my old life. I knew that by the time I came back up those stairs, there would be nothing left of the Jamie who had walked into this house A year ago. And as the door creaked open, revealing the dark, steep stairs leading down into the shadows, I realized that I wouldn't have it any other way. I was a slut. I was a toy. And I was exactly where I was meant to be.

With her new life seemingly playing out similarly to the last, she was certain it would go her way. In my previous life, I had conceived two black-finned mer-children just three days after consummating my marriage with Sheldon. Caroline had not conceived until six months later, and even then, it was only a red-finned offspring. However, despite her status as a Pregnancy Maiden, she was never strong enough to produce black-fins. I smiled calmly. "Then, I wish you many children and a long life, dear sister." I was not upset. Not in the least.

“You only wrote once, though.” I winced. “Sorry,” I said, sliding into the booth next to Sarah. I scratched my head. “I was, uh… Busy.” The waiter arrived with our chips and salsa, and my friends all looked at me, waiting expectanctly. With a deep breath, I told them everything, or at least what I could fit in one sitting. Vivian. Stephanie. The expedition. The tomb. By the time I got to the part where Dominic and I walked into our own funeral, my friends, especially Lucas, were looking at me like I had grown a second head.

The word “retreat” seemed to hang in the airless room, expanding to fill every molecule of space. A step backward. Not a lunge. Not a threat. A retreat. The foundation of my life, the story I had told myself, my husband, my son, the courts—the story that had allowed me to live with myself for forty-five years—crumbled into dust in the span of a single, shattering sentence.

Caleb's hands trembled as he opened the journal. The moment he saw the familiar handwriting, tears welled up again and spilled down his face. "May 1st. Today, the doctor told me I have Wolf Dissolution Disorder. I only have three days left. I'm so scared. I want to tell Caleb, but I don't want him to worry." "May 2nd. I saw the mate termination contract Caleb gave me. It broke my heart. I know he's just trying to fulfill Ruby's dying wish, but I can't bear to let him go."

"There's more, too. Apparently, the best friend's family is broke, and the harpist paid for all four years of her college tuition. Talk about nursing a viper." International viewers were just as shocked. Even my new friend, Alice Whitfield, was so upset she stress-ate three plates of buffalo wings. "Ivy, your life has been a disaster. "But don't worry. I would never betray you. Not only would I never betray you, but I'm going to set you up with my brother." I shook my head. "I can't. I promised my grandparents I'd move back home eventually." They raised me close, and settling down this far away would only worry them.

Some people are part of your life for so long that you cannot imagine a version of yourself without them. Until one day, you have to. This is a story about first love, growing up, and the people we were before goodbye. The People We Were Before Goodbye.