Novel & Cerita You Want Her, So It's Goodbye

The kiss was sweet and laced with a lot of emotions but the most distinctive was the sense of loss…on Aniston's part at least. When she pulled away, she exhaled and tried to smile but she failed miserably at it again. "Goodbye, Ari Thunderbolt. I am glad I met you" she clasped her hands together and she tried her hardest to look excited for me. "Will you be alright?" "oh, I don't need anyone. You are free…I mean free to go" she exhaled loudly and rubbed her neck. "Hey" I touched her cheek. When she looked at me, I wanted to say

There’s a hint of sadness in my voice, a reminder of the love we once shared. “Do you still love me?” she asks, her eyes searching mine. “I do,” I admit, the truth spilling out. “You are the mother of my child, and you are the person I wanted a future with.” “Then tell her only good things about me,” Sarah says, her voice softening. “I am sorry, Sebastian,” she admits, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. I stand up, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on me. “Goodbye, Sarah. I hope to never see you again,” I say, my voice steady.

She even attached a cute sticker of a little bunny. I just found it laughable. I used to reply to every single one of her messages—I couldn't bear to let her down. But this time, I not only didn't respond. I un-pinned her chat, tossed my phone aside, and went to take a shower. After all, I'd be flying into Hawaii on a private jet tomorrow. For my own solo vacation.

So it wasn't surprising that he was taken aback. Joshua looked at me affectionately and said, "I miss you, Tiff. Why didn't you wait for me back in the village?" Despite years of not seeing each other, I couldn't help but let out a laugh in disbelief. He was still so shameless. I asked, "Do we know each other? Stop trying to make it seem like we have any connection to each other! I'm warning you—bother me again and I'll call the police on you!"

"Andrew, I came back just to wish you well. I didn't expect your mate to be so unwelcoming! "The magical herb is an aphrodisiac, plain and simple. Her lies are just a way to bully and discredit me! If she doesn't welcome me, then I'll just go..." Louise tried to rise, but Andrew forced her back down, his face a stormy shade of blue as he hissed a warning at me, "Apologize to Louise for your lies." I gripped my medical text, defiant. "And what if I refuse?" "Don't even think about leaving this restaurant without the Alpha's say-so."

The moment she heard his voice, her heart leaped for joy. "My essence." She said. However, Ian sounded upset as he asked, "Is this a joke? Who is this? What are you trying to do?" It became clear to her that Ian might not know she was the one, but there was something she could say to convince him. "How long will I love you?" She asked. Ian replied just as she also did, "Until my dying breath." But right at that moment, the door was kicked open and Helium snatched the phone from her.

Tristan stared at her for a few seconds before he shook his head, “Nothing. I’m getting late. I’ll call you later.” “Goodbye, ladies” Someday she’s going to get the answer from him. ***

“After this, no more delays. Tonight. Private ceremony. Just us. Then I’m knotting you until you can’t walk.” Tears slipped down my cheeks—happy, relieved, free. “Yes. A thousand goodbyes to everything before. Hello to you.” He kissed them away. “A thousand goodbyes.” We stayed locked on the table, hearts hammering in sync, while the city hummed outside and the bond sang its final, unbreakable note. I was Alisa Moretti. I was Kael Draven’s mate. And I had never been more free.

Eleanor watched the closed door, reached up, pulled the necklace off, and tossed it into the trash as casually as if she were throwing away an ordinary piece of rubbish. "What a shame, Harrison. If you'd said all this in my last life, I might've been moved. But now, I don't want your 'one and only' anymore."

“Give me the phone, Dani.” There was some shuffling before he came on. “Sara.” “Hi,” I said quietly. “You’re busy,” he said. Not a question. Not an accusation. Just a statement. Neutral, unreadable. “Danielle wanted to hear your voice.” “I’m glad she did.” My throat tightened. “Tell her I love her.” “I will.” Silence stretched. “I’ll let you go now,” he said finally. “Have a good night.” “You too, Derek.”