When Love Comes Late Mga Nobela at Kwento

Yet now, he was the one who hurt her the most. A single tear rolled down Mabel's cheek. Slowly, she picked up the pen and signed her name. "I hate you, Lennon." After signing, she tossed the paper aside and forcefully pushed Lennon away, quickly inserting the oxygen tube for Gisselle. Lennon picked up the paper elegantly and replied calmly, "Love makes hate possible, Mabel. I know you love me. Don't worry. The position of Mrs. Shepard will always be yours. There's only one week until our wedding. This time, I'll make it spectacular."

One morning in October, 20XX Los Angeles, Neil Royce rushed in from outside, tacked under his arm a newspaper, banged on Uri Wayne's desk, and gasped for breath: "Uri, look what we have?" Uri Wayne was revising the document before approving it, glancing at the newspaper headline. "Another person has become a "Victim" of VAMPIRES! They really exist in human life?" Uri looked at the words Vampires highlighted in red, then back at Neil Royce, raising an eyebrow: "That's a good title!"

His eyes were sunken. He looked at me and moved his lips slightly. "Naomi, could you give me one more chance?" I shook my head. "Timothy. Live your life, and don't come looking for me again." Tears trickled down his cheeks, one drop after another. I didn't say anything else. I turned around and walked away. Several months later, I received a text message. The number was unfamiliar. There was only one sentence. [Naomi, I'm sorry. I can't repay what I owe you in this lifetime. Maybe in the next one.]