The Beginning After The End Hiatus Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was terrified that he would abandon me. But this time, five days had passed, and I hadn’t reached out to him even once. William stared at the screen for a long time. He finally typed a question mark in the chat box, only to delete it the next second. Then, he got out of bed and called for his maid, Stella. “Has Whitney come back in the past few days?” Stella answered, “Since the day Ms. Spencer left in her wedding dress, she hasn't returned.” William’s expression instantly turned gloomy. “She’s been gone for days, and you didn’t think to tell me sooner?”

We celebrated in her shop and filled the air not with cream, but the smell of barbecue. And the tablet in her shop was, as usual, airing news that ruined my mood. The news was talking about the Claude Group. It was a new company and was going strong in the first six months of the year. Now it was in a crisis, and Lauren, the CEO, stepped down. They filed for bankruptcy and started restructuring. I changed the channels. Ah, better. Now it was showing a popular comedy variety show. Laughter came from the screen, and the three of us raised a toast. "To a bright future!"

The story was locked into record in a way that couldn’t be smoothed over later. It wasn’t perfect either. But it was real. By noon, the calls slowed. The noise thinned. People stopped asking what came next and started adjusting to what already was. Cassian and I stood together in the quiet aftermath, neither of us reaching for the other, but close enough to feel the steadiness between us. “This is it,” I said. “This is the end of one thing,” he replied. “And the beginning of something else,” I added. “Yes.” I turned toward him. “Do you regret how visible this made us?”

he said. "It's fine," I replied, not giving it a second thought. Zach got swept away by the crowd. This time, our paths would never cross again. Those dark, painful memories would stay buried forever. I was ready to start a new life. Wade picked up my suitcase, dusted it off, and asked, "Want to walk around campus later and try something good to eat?" I pinched his cheek with a smile. "Sure, Wade."

"Freya, this is all fake, isn’t it? He isn’t your mate. You just found someone to provoke me. Right?" I frowned faintly and replied evenly, "Raelor, know your place. Whoever I choose as my future mate has nothing to do with you. Half a year ago, we ended everything." Lyndra let out a cold laugh from her seat. "You’re the one who drove her away. What are you clinging to now?" Raelor seemed not to hear. He stepped closer, his eyes locked on me. "I’ve ended things with Seraphine. I’ve dealt with her. Freya… Give me another chance."

Food, clothes, secrets—we had shared everything. Aside from Luke, she was the second person I was closest to. During our freshman year, I introduced Luke to her. Never did I expect myself to bring a snake into my life. I forced myself to calm down, logged out, then logged back in with an alternate account no one knew about. Then, I searched her username again. This time, her profile opened. Countless feeds flooded me as if they had been anticipating me. One photo showed a man's hand resting on a swollen belly. The caption read, 'The baby is kicking! He put his hand on my belly, and his eyes turned red when he said this was the fruit of our love.'

Mom slapped her hand away, causing it to turn red instantly. My sister froze. Mom also looked stunned. She looked at her hand, then at the egg, and suddenly ran into the kitchen, covering her face. Her shoulders shook violently, and she kept muttering the same phrase. I leaned in to listen. "It's for Brandon… It's for Brandon…" I sighed. Three months passed. My family had finally managed to put aside a bit of their remorse to resume living normal lives. But things started going wrong. First, it was Dad's job.

Golden sunlight fell across the petals and across our interlocked fingers. The entanglement between Julian Hayes and Victoria Quinn had finally vanished completely. And the new life that belonged to Elise and me had only just begun. The end.

Then I blocked every way Shawn could contact me and deleted every trace of him from my phone, severing every tie between us. The train slowly pulled out of the station. As I watched the scenery blur past the window, my long-strained nerves finally relaxed. At last, I could finally get a good night's sleep. … Third-Person POV After settling Kelly and Toby into bed, Shawn stepped out onto the balcony, pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it. Smoke curled up around him as he stared into the distance. The nicotine did nothing to calm him. He loosened his collar and lit another cigarette. And before he knew it, he'd smoked an entire pack. Only when his throat started burning did he finally

Sarah was having trouble understanding why she was arguing with him over something useless, she had been ogling at him for too long now and it was obvious he was gonna notice but why was she annoyed. She had one explanation. Her coming period. “You-” “Listen, let's just call it a day, I don't know why I'm acting like this and I have a sister to return to at the hospital. So goodbye ``Sarah concluded the argument and the man she left standing at the table only stared at her retreating back.