The Knife Of Never Letting Go นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Before I could think, before I could breathe, before I could remind myself that political families do not slap people in public— My hand moved. Fast. Sharp. The sound cracked through the boutique. Vanessa’s head jerked to the side, eyes wide with shock.

More than half of my belongings were missing. My breathing hitched instantly. I ran, faster than I ever had, following the strongest trace of Father’s scent. My instincts locked onto Winnie standing by the frozen lake. I narrowed my eyes, meeting her gaze from a hundred meters away. A smug smile curled on her lips, and before my horrified eyes, she deliberately tossed the crescent ring into the icy lake. “No!” My scream was raw and desperate. Just as I reached her, Xavier’s terrifying aura slammed down on me. Like a broken kite snapped from its string, I was thrown backward and crashed hard onto the ice.

My hand tightened on the knife. I wanted to carve that look off his face. Instead, I smiled. “Maybe you’re right. Or maybe I’ve just learned the truth, you hold on to people, and they let go of you. That’s reality, Noah. And I’m going to make you see it.” I slammed the knife into the wall beside his head, the steel vibrating from the force. He didn’t flinch. That only enraged me further.

his words trailed off. Kara watched him carefully from where she sat on the counter. Her eyes searched his face, curious but uneasy. She wanted to know more, to understand what made Emilia so special that he still couldn’t forget her. But then she noticed the knife. He was gripping it too tightly while chopping tomatoes, his knuckles white. “Jairo,” she said softly. The sound of her voice snapped him out of whatever memory had taken hold of him. He blinked rapidly and dropped the knife, exhaling heavily. His chest rose and fell fast as he tried to steady his breathing but the past wouldn’t let him go.

The car drove off too quickly for me to catch the rest. All I saw, faintly through the glass, was Peter slapping Julia across the face. Life kept moving forward. Some people stayed trapped in the past. Some had already turned the page. The End.

Instead, all Lauren received was my farewell letter. It was brief but cold. "Dear Lauren, you tricked me once, so I'm returning the favor. Goodbye forever. Don't look for me or think of me. "Sincerely, Cameron." When she read it, her anger and heartbreak overwhelmed her. She coughed up blood and collapsed on the spot. At that moment, she finally understood what it meant to be given hope, only to be left in despair. … As for me, I erased every trace of myself from San Havilon and removed all contacts. Once on the plane, a sense of finality washed over me. "Goodbye, Lauren."

Every day, they rubbed my feet raw and left me with bleeding blisters. When I came back to myself, Tyler was wearing his new shoes and had his arm wrapped intimately around my wife’s waist. “Thanks, Vanessa. You know me so well.” Vanessa was smiling, but when she saw my calm expression, her face shifted. Without making it obvious, she pushed Tyler’s hand away and took a paper bag from the couch. Her tone softened. “Here. I bought you a watch. How could I possibly forget about you?” When I did not move, she patiently opened the packaging for me.

Annie wasn't there. "How could you leave for the Arcetic Research Institution without telling anyone, Georgia?" Mom asked. "The climate there is extreme and the condition is harsh. It's dangerous for you to be alone out there! Please come back soon! Your dad and I prepared a new room for you—it's huge and warm." With that, she started crying on the screen. "I've prepared a hundred thousand pink roses for our mating ceremony, and even got you a ten-carat pink diamond ring. Please come back, Georgia!" William's eyes were wet with tears.

“And when you do… you'll know what your pride really made you lose.” He stepped out of the room and the door clicked behind him. I stared at it for a long time, the echo of his words curling around my thoughts like smoke. Pride. If only he knew that's the only thing keeping me alive. I downed what was left of the whiskey. And it burned like fire. My grip tightened again. The glass shattered in my hands. Blood slid down my wrist and I smiled faintly. “Torin,” I called, my voice echoing off the walls.

A slow, injured ninja, but still. We pack up quickly, which doesn't take long since I literally have nothing left except the clothes on my back, some bandages, and a black card that could probably fund a small revolution. The drive home is quiet but comfortable. Ace drives with Nath sitting beside him. Winter sits in the back with me, holding my hand the entire time like she's afraid I'll evaporate if she lets go. I let her hold on. She needs it. And honestly, I kind of need it too, but I'm not going to admit that out loud because I have a reputation to maintain.