후회물 Novels & Stories

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"

And in this lifetime, we'd never see each other again. Once my phone went dead, the only thing left for them was my maggot-ridden body and the farewell gift I had so carefully prepared.

Back to the afterlife. **** To Be Continued

“ Here ! “ said Antonio stopping . Axel looked at the grave and saw Antonia’s picture with her date of birth and date of death , along with a golden rose and a bunch of fresh flowers . “ Antonia…… “ said Axel with his lips shaking as he looked at her photo . He went near him and sat down on his knees as he touched the photo with his hand shaking . “ Antonia……I am sorry ! I am really sorry ! Please Antonia ! Please forgive me !…..I should have trusted you……I should have stayed by your side……I should have never left you alone when you truly needed me . As a cowards I have observed you after you left but then I was forced to go abroad . When I came back , you were the one who had left . I shoul

Kathy Pov It was past midnight, and the untouched glass of white wine on the coffee table glistened with condensation after five glasses, the dim light catching its pale surface. The clock’s ticking felt louder with every passing second, drilling into my restless mind. He couldn’t demand marriage, avoid me like a disease, then hug some bitch in the middle of the street as if I didn’t exist. Fury simmered hot in my veins.

I don’t know why, but I want him to feel my gratitude for him. I close my eyes and smell the fresh mint of his pubic hair. The aroma puts me in a daze that I can barely hear the warning of his release. But I almost pull it out in time for his first string of releases. Despite being bitter, his cum is slightly sweet and salty. I usually spit. But for him, I’ll (SW)allow it. He continues releasing it a few more times until it stops. During that time. I make sure to consume every single drop. I release him from my mouth and lift my head out of the pristine cotton sheets. I look down at the Adonis from last night and…

"I'll be back next week to take a look." I hung up the phone and looked at the wine glass in my hand. The red wine swirled gently in the glass, like liquid ruby. "To freedom." I said softly. Then I drank it all down. (End)

He replied. "A vision?" "Yes, some of us have a gift of sixth sense. They get visions of the future or the past. Did you have such visions before?" "No, never, is it a bad thing?" I want sure what it meant. "Hell no! It's a gift from Luna. Perhaps, she wanted to reward you for your courage and resilience. Not everyone can survive what you endured." His voice was calm and soothing. "Zaiden, can you kiss me? Please." I said it felt the correct thing to do.

Piano and laughter in the background: “Rhea, look what we got. Seafood. Your favorite—” The voice message was only seven seconds long. I shut the screen. My white breath instantly scattered on the wind. Seafood? I’m allergic. They never seem to remember. Christmas arrived. I opted for triple pay to stay on site. On New Year’s Eve, I cooked myself a pot of instant spaghetti, adding a boiled egg and Parmesan cheese. Outside, the distant casino fireworks were an artificial sunrise, bleaching the desert white. I raised my cup and toasted my own shadow: “To the ghost who walked out of fire.”