The Story She Left Behind Novels & Stories

She told me her name was Sapphire like the gemstone. She said that when she was born, she had been treated like a precious gem, cradled carefully in someone’s arms. Yet later, when her little brother was born, and her father left with another woman, her mother no longer wanted her. I felt a pang of sorrow as I listened. I pulled her into my arms and gently stroked her hair. She became very attached to me and was always by my side when I cooked, handing me the salt container or the ketchup.

"My mom is always complaining about how I'm not finding a proper job, but my dream is actually to open a small shop of my own in the future. "If you wish to free yourself from Zachary and your family, I'm more than willing to be with you every step of the way. Let's rely only on ourselves to make a living." I chewed on my sandwich, my mind drifting back to when I first met Sandra. She was one year ahead of me, had dyed-black hair, and had a butterfly tattoo on her upper arm. At the time, her appearance made me think she wasn't someone to mess with, so I kept my distance from her.

This time, I did not look back. “Do not come after me,” I said. Then I left him standing outside the clinic with the past he had chosen.

she said. My fiancee was shielding her lover behind her right in front of me. But I knew what she was really after.

It means handing over your whole life. On that wolf bone, a line was carved. To Cain, with all of me and my love. E. I went still. Three months ago. I hadn't yet left for the North, hadn't yet met Rowan. The me of those days, wounded all over by him, was still secretly, telling no one, loving him. I'd quietly had someone begin an acknowledgment token, thinking that if he ever turned back one day, I'd acknowledge him. Later I burned the acknowledgment ground, severed my bloodline, left for the far North, and forgot the whole thing, along with that love.

They talked about old times and reminisce. She told her how she performed her takabah before leaving Isuhu's house for good to work as a maid there in Zaria. She also told her how Zayn went there and begged her to come stay with them for a little while till she gets her memories back. She also said that she wasn't married and even hates men in general after her first love turn out to be wicked and into domestic violence so she is now thriving for herself and get better.

On the day Evan Carter was supposed to meet my adoptive parents, his phone was turned off all day. As my future husband, he had confidently promised me the night before that he would win my parents over. Yet even after the server had refilled our glasses for the sixth time, I still couldn’t reach him. A few hours later, I came across a post from Evan’s assistant, Maya Collins. In the photos, Evan was sitting on her family’s couch with bags of expensive gifts around him, keeping her parents company. The caption read: “My family has been pressuring me to get married nonstop. Thank you to my amazing boss for stepping in and pretending to be my boyfriend so I could get through this!” Evan

On the day of our family trip, I wake up early, only to find the house empty. As I wonder what is going on, a message from my younger twin brother, Carson Smyth, suddenly pops up in the family group chat. "Oh, no! I forgot to update in this group chat that the departure time has been moved forward!" The very next second, the message is deleted. I stare blankly at the empty chat, my eyes stinging. So they have another group chat—one that doesn't include me. Still reeling, I get a call from Mom. "I'm sorry, Caleb. The departure time was moved up by an hour, and I forgot to tell you. Hurry and take a cab here! You might still be able to catch up—" My older sister, Carina Smyth, cuts her o

I was not looking forward to this. “She’s gone,” I said finally. “Back to America. She’s fed up with all the secrets and lies.” My parents exchanged a horrified look. “What do you mean?” my father demanded. The whole story tumbled out of me–my conversation with Mila in the hospital, our fight, her leaving. My mother’s face grew paler with each word, and Esmeralda sank into a chair. “If she’s gone…” my father’s voice trailed off as he thought.

“There is something else you are not saying.” Her brows drew together slightly. “What makes you think that?” I held her gaze. “Because I know you.” She looked away first. That was all the confirmation I needed. “I left more than just a place behind,” she said slowly. I waited for her to continue. “I left people,” she said. “Employees, partners and people who trusted me.” Her voice softened slightly. “And I didn’t explain much to them before I left.” At that moment, I understood. This was not only about her past, it was about everything she had left unfinished.