Things We Never Got Over Novels & Stories

So much will still happen in the future. I already resigned my life to the way it is now. Jaimie, my baby. Anya, my sister. I already resigned myself to never seeing Tann again. Never knowing him again. Never having a chance to know him so much better. Never having a chance to love him as I know I would have, in my heart. A lot of time has passed. A lot has happened. But even after all this time.....I still can't get over him. I still can't let go of his memories.

We realized that the secrets of our pasts had brought us together, forging an unbreakable bond that transcended the challenges we had faced. In the days that followed, we sought answers, digging deeper into the intricacies of the past. We retraced the steps of our families, delving into their histories, and uncovering the true extent of their entanglement. Along the way, we discovered that the dark business deal that had shadowed our lives held the key to not only our individual journeys but also to a deeper connection that defied time and circumstance.

Throughout all of the things we had gone through, all of the pain, the sadness, and the heartbreak, we never gave up and kept coming back to each other. We made it. Together.

Sinclair remained oblivious to the undercurrents at the table, too wrapped up in their newlywed bliss to notice the tension. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was how it was always going to be—walking a tightrope between the past and the present, trying to navigate this strange new family dynamic.

"He says things are changing." "Things are always changing in this house, but the result is always the same," Harrison said. He reached out, surprisingly, and placed a hand on my shoulder. It wasn't an affectionate gesture; it was a warning. "I have seen girls like you before, Sasha. Girls who thought they were special enough to survive the Grants. They don't. They don't even get to leave with a story. They simply... disappear. No records, no footprints, nothing." A cold shiver raced down my spine. The word disappear carried a weight that made the air in the hall feel thin.

I had carefully selected every single item in this place, slowly turning the empty house into a cozy home. If I'd paid closer attention, I would've noticed that Dante had never touched most of these things. He said that even though he was dating me, he was still his own person. He didn't like using couple-themed items. They made him feel like he was being controlled by another. Since that was the case, it was better to get rid of everything and let these memories disappear as well.

Because closure doesn’t always come with perfect words or final hugs. Sometimes, it comes in the quiet knowing: This chapter is over. And I’m not rewriting it.

When Tamara received a call from her brother Mark, she was at home reading the October issue of Glory magazine. She was so proud of her brother and her sister-in-law's fairytale love. Their love was so special, only few managed to achieve it. She prayed that their love be stronger every day. It was her heart's desire to be blessed with something like that. She was aware that Serene had a miscarriage. Also, she overheard Mr Johnson telling Victoria that he felt that the incident was not simple. Was Mr Johnson telling the truth? She decided to listen to the recording. She was dumbfounded when she heard that Serene was plotting to kill her nephews.

She had underestimated the power of our connection, the resilience of our spirits. As we bid farewell to the chapter that Evelyn had brought into our lives, we embraced the future with open hearts, knowing that we were stronger together. The scars remained, a reminder of the tumultuous journey we had endured, but they were a testament to the power of love and the unyielding spirit of our family.

he remarked before leaving. After he left, I waited until the housekeeper fell asleep and sneaked into the study. I searched for a long time before finally finding that box in a hidden cabinet. It was a locked box that he had once opened in a drunken haze. His eyes were reddened with emotion at the time. Inside were countless photos of him and Winnie. One of them, slightly faded at the edges and even laminated, was a childhood picture of them with an orange cat. Quinton had never taken a photo with me, except for our wedding picture. Previously, when I asked him to take maternity photos with me as a keepsake, he refused and said he didn't like taking pictures.