The Good Left Undone Novels & Stories

The kind of look that took inventory of everything in the room including the things that weren't visible. "Are you asking me to wait," he said. "I'm telling you that some things cannot be unsaid and I will not say them until I am certain of the ground I'm standing on." "And right now." "Right now the ground is still moving." He absorbed that. She watched him absorb it the particular stillness of someone who wanted to push and had decided against it, which was itself something she filed away carefully because the Darian she had married had never once decided against pushing when he wanted something.

There will always be more chances later. "Let's go shall we? It's the perfect time to workout without disturbance so let's not be any more late." Iris said ushering the two out of the room after they took their necessary items with them. "What do you mean by perfect time to workout without disturbance Iris?" Elizabeth asked having caught that little detail, making the older woman sigh. "There is a senior who likes bothering the freshmen." Iris tried to be polite but Anya clicked her tongue in utter displeasure and looked at Iris. "No need to be polite Iris."

"Cecilia didn't go to Stormhold to join Doctors Without Borders; she isn't that selfless. In truth, she went there to conduct human experimentation. Her goal was to engineer mindless puppets, and the second that drug was perfected, you were slated to be her first test subject, Wade!" Cecilia collapsed onto the floor, clinging to Wade's leg. "Don't believe him, Wade. My dad gave his life to drag you out of that fire, and my mom took her own life out of grief. Don't forget, you promised you would take good care of me. So, you can't believe him! You can't kill me!" Wade twirled the ring I had slipped onto his ring finger and said apathetically, "I won't do anything to you. In fact, I'm just goi

“Yes, but the security clearance is high. Once you’re in, it’ll be at least three years before you can leave. You’ll be off the grid the whole time. Are you ready for that?” “I am.” Tyler paused for a bit. “You were against going before. Are you going because you dumped the kid?” My tears well up. “Yes.” While I dragged my suitcase out of the apartment building, a sports car pulled up by the road. The car window wound down. Gianna sat there. She was supposed to meet the broker tonight to raise the bid on the Tribeca penthouse, but the meeting was moved to tomorrow morning out of the blue. Annoyed, Gianna came by Lorenzo’s apartment to pick up a bottle of red wine promised to her. To her surp

He knew she'd understand, or maybe she wouldn't care who it came from at all. He hit send. The moment it was done, it felt like all his strength had drained out of him. He stood up, walked over to a trash bin, and threw his phone away, along with the SIM card he'd used for years. That chapter of his life ended there. He boarded the plane back home without looking back. … At the temporary media station in Lethor, Eleanor was sorting through newly delivered camera equipment. The donation from Harrison had transformed their setup overnight. Every photographer now had top-of-the-line cameras and lenses, along with advanced satellite transmission gear.

"She's not you. If not for her heartless behavior, I'd never have run into you. You're perfect." The sight of them being so in love was making the track marks on my arm prick. I refused to watch this any further, so I went around, but Teresa stretched her leg, and I tripped. "Oh, be careful, Selina." I fell to the ground, my files sprawling everywhere. Gasping, Teresa picked up the files. "What is this? Are you going overseas, Selina?" It was a cheap house I got for myself. A cemetery sat right beside that place. I had enough savings to afford the down payment.

They disappear, and then reappear before his message finally comes through. Michael: Sorry, I have to work late. This isn’t uncommon so I try not to freak out or make assumptions. Me: I can bring dinner to you. Michael: Don’t worry about it. The group is going to order take out. Me: Oh okay, I love you. My last message shows read but he doesn’t respond. I can’t help but feel defeated after our exchange. My mind starts to spin all these different scenarios, each one worse than the other. I message B and update her on my brief conversation, if we can even call it that, with Michael.

"The divorce agreement was notarized a month ago. I don't need to redo any procedures now, right?" His reply was brief. "No." After a short pause, he added, "Congratulations, Ms. Neel." I smiled and hung up. I sat there quietly until night fell. Three hours left. I packed all my luggage and bought a plane ticket for the next day. Two hours left. I cut up every photo of us together, leaving only myself in the album. Last hour. I neatly placed the divorce agreement on the table. I thought about leaving a message, then decided against it.

"Logan, will you only be satisfied after you've driven me to my death? Harley Brooks is leaving for Toronto soon. After this, we'll never have another chance to see each other. I'm only going to see him off as his professor. Is that wrong too?" Her phone rang unexpectedly. When she answered, her voice turned impossibly gentle. "Okay, wait for me. I'll be there in half an hour." Before leaving, Leighton tossed the divorce papers into the trash. "We'll discuss when I get back. But don't even think about a divorce." She slammed the door so hard it echoed. Inside the room, only the sound of my own sobbing remained. I'd already checked. There were no flights to Toronto tonight. Sure enough, not l

He pulled the white sheet back over me, covering me with care. "Wait for me, Maddie. I'll come to you when it's done." I hovered behind him, watching his performance with nothing but contempt. He was pouring his guilt into a body that couldn't answer, weeping tears that didn't cost him a thing. In heaven or hell, I never wanted to meet him again. However, I couldn't leave. An invisible thread bound my soul to him. Wherever he went, I had to follow. Jeremy went to a law firm and signed over all of Grant Corporation's shares, properties, and assets to Zayne.