Too Good To Leave Too Bad To Stay Novels & Stories

“I’m honored.” Her brows furrowed slightly. “Then, if you know, why are you still here? Why don’t you just leave? I know you don’t want to be here.” I hesitated, the words catching in my throat. Because the truth felt too heavy to speak aloud. Because leaving felt worse than staying. “Because the truth seems too much and too hard,” I admitted finally. “Because walking away feels even worse than sitting here. It’s better to be close to you and burning… than far away from you. Because that should feel worse than the fire.”

"Or would you rather we both ditch everyone and stay in here?" Girls throw themselves at me at every given moment, it was surprising that even though I did like to have a good time with them, I was not the playboy that everyone thought I was. I mean, I am a very bad boy who has done some very bad things…, trust me when I say that I have done some very very bad thing. But I don't just go around fucking everyone because I can. There's class in limited access and I liked to keep it that way but gossips like the Coral Writer, a popular anonymous blogger had painted me black already.

I hate love. . One of the most worst things that you could ever do to someone is getting behind their back to get with someone else. If you're not happy with who you're with, then fucking leave them. There isn't a use staying around when you don't even feel the same way anymore. Don't think about how much you're going to hurt them, of course it's going to hurt them. But cheating on them would be worse than just breaking up with them. By breaking up with them, you're giving them time, time to get over you. By staying around just because you don't want to cause them pain will just give them false hope. Causing them even more pain. As each day does go by, you're only making them suffer more and

The second I asked what she'd do if I were her Remington contact, her face said it all. We were never happening. "Chloe, I did love you. Just didn't think it was a joke to you." I shrugged. "You lied. I lied. We're even." She looked up, eyes wrecked. It took her a while to stand. Then she walked out. No words. Overnight, Mercer Group tanked. Half their operations—gone. Evelyn sent over the wedding plan. Next month. She asked if we should invite the Mercers. I thought about it.

“I grew up in a broken family, and I can’t tell you to choose the same path. I don’t think you should stay.” Now we were split in two and the question is do I stay or leave?

"I really… I know I messed everything up. I didn't do anything with Danielle. I regret it every single day. I wish I had told you, and I wish I hadn't made you mad. That performance was actually for our third anniversary. I prepared…" "Clive," I interrupted him again. This time, my tone was firm and unmistakably final. "The past, whether good or bad, isn't something I want to revisit. What was true or false doesn't matter to me anymore. What we had ended a long time ago. Please don't come looking for me again. You're disturbing my life." After saying that, I didn't look back at his pale face or his unsteady posture. I hugged the books to my chest and turned away.

So what she had personally burned at every previous stop was their future. Their memories flashed before his eyes, each one delivering a pain so deep it felt like he was being stabbed in the heart. Only now did he realize how deeply he loved her—down to the very marrow of his bones. He could not, and would not, allow her to destroy the last remaining trace of what they'd had. Alessandro tucked the letter into the diary he always carried with him. Then, he ordered his men to flood the area with large quantities of colorless, odorless sedative gas.

“I want to look back on this and know I didn’t just disappear. That I stood in that house and I was real and I was present and I didn’t let them make me feel like I never existed.” Her voice stayed steady. But her hands tighten around the cold cup. Priya looked at her for a long time. Then she let out a breath and leaned back in her chair. “You are too good for all of them,” she said quietly. “You know that, right?” Sera gave a small smile. It didn’t quite reach her eyes. But it was real. “I know,” she said. “That’s why I’m leaving.” The house was dark when she got home.

I stared out the doorway into the dark, heavy night. It was already the second day. There was only one more to go. Once the Moon Pact took effect, I'd leave with my pup and never set foot in this blood-soaked, lie-ridden place again.

"You're hopeless. All you had to do was listen to me, and you could've stood at the top of the world. But instead, you got arrogant. You showed off everywhere and kept making enemies for me. That is your true nature." His eyes turned colder. "I finally saw through you. You'll never amount to anything. When it actually matters, you're useless." Every word struck Graham like a knife. The brutal honesty cut deeper than anything else could have. Then Zeke slowly turned toward Hazel and the others. Looking at their tear-filled eyes, he hesitated for the briefest moment. But the struggle vanished almost instantly, swallowed by cold indifference. "I'm leaving," he said quietly. "And this time, I'm