Too Far Gone Book Novels & Stories

That had ended with me locked in a basement by some pervert who saw the flyer. Three days. Three nights. I died there. Not this time.

"She can't accept the fact that she can't walk again, Yvette. Just let her have what she wants." "She just hit you a little. What's the big deal? Why are you so cruel?" My surroundings became blurred as reality and fantasy blurred together. The voices outside jumbled together incomprehensibly. Sweat dripped from the side of my forehead. My stomach was churning. My existence was a mistake. Why did Mom give birth to me?

Now, I just felt pathetic. It turned out that all my and Darryl's sacrifices were so Kyson could save money to spoil another woman. By the time I finally managed to steady my emotions, the couple had already walked away. I turned to see their backs growing smaller in the distance. I stood there in the shadows, like a scruffy gray mouse. Just then, the saleswoman approached and asked, "Have you decided which fabric you want?" I nodded, setting down the white cloth and picking up a piece of deep blue fabric. "I'll take two of these. How much is it?"

A cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang out. [Do you want to leave this world?] "Yes." My mom held me tightly. In my dad's horrified stare, she jumped. He lunged forward like a madman, but his hands grabbed nothing but air. My mom's voice was ice cold. "David, goodbye forever." The next second, our bodies were wrapped in a soft glow and disappeared completely before his eyes.

Yet, he couldn’t recall how he had left the class reunion and made it home safely. Shaking his head, Koben decided to put the thought out of his head. He got wasted yesterday to escape reality. Koben was running from the fact that his marriage to Tabitha was going to come to an end. Eventually, he would have to face the cold facts. The door to the bedroom opened, and Tabitha drew close to his bed in a beautiful gown. Koben was surprised that Tabitha got all dressed up for the divorce proceedings. However, Tabitha quickly got on one knee.

Hi everyone, This is just a quick note regarding the remainder of Book Two. Apologies for how long it's taken me to finish the book. Due to financial and personal/health reasons, I had to take a step back two years ago to make sure that I was okay first. My goal was to finish the book last year but I was then unfortunately diagnosed with a neuro disorder, so I've spent the last year retraining my body with physio and trying to live as normal of a life as I can. It's taken a long time to feel ready to finish the story, but it was always my intention to come back.

I walk into the library deciding it best to skip lunch with a good tale and some music. Picking a few books from the novel section before walking to a secreted corner, I plug in my earphone getting lost in my book. Another boring day and finally I can go home to my safe zone watching N*****x. I stopped by my locker to drop my books before going to the bus stop. Just two weeks more before I graduate and then leave this pack traveling across the world but that can only happen if the Alpha grants me the permission and ma agrees. I didn't have to wait long before a bus stop, I got in finding a seat at the back close to two girls looking not less than seventeen.

"Then what's your plan?" "Jason, you don't need to worry about me. I've had the baby aborted. And since Mason is already gone, don't you think it's time for you all to move out too?"

By the time I got back, the wind had pushed my bag into the river. I fished it out with a wooden pole, but all the books inside were soaked through. When I got home, I lied—said the wind was too strong and I hadn't noticed the bag fall. Thinking back on it now, I couldn't help but shake my head and laugh. All the foolish things I did for Noah. This life, never again. Just as I was thinking of him, I saw him. He and Carla were coming up the other side of the school building.

His posture was hesitant and hunched, like a man trying to repent far too late. That's how people are. We only treasure what’s gone. As for some, what they can’t have and what they’ve already lost is always the most precious.