After Characters Novels & Stories

It was a series of messages from Emilio. "Please accept this as the first token of my apology to you, Calista." "Can you please not stay mad at me anymore, Calista?" "Why don't we start over?" I read all three messages without a flicker of emotion and simply replied, "Absolutely not."

She didn’t dare ask him to let go – she’d hold on too… if she had the strength. “Daisy, we should call grandpa more!” she heard Albert say, voice tight but with a smile – she knows he’s trying to be strong, by telling her mundane things, like how Allie, her dog, was at her parent’s house and how Rika, her best friend, still denies being with Jason, his best friend, even after he accidentally walked in on them kissing after office hours in the pantry, “Can you believe it Daisy? They thought they could fool me? It's still too soon."

It was his mother Betty. "I said leave! Please! Leave!" Betty screaming while Mr. Vin run towards her when she saw her holding her chest sobbing while she chases Felix away. Betty's cousin Lia run also towards her and she is the one who tried to talk to Felix. "Go, leave her for while okay?" Lia speak up while holding Betty in her arms together with Mr. Vin. Felix look at Lia and then to her mother Betty who was also staring at him. Upon looking at those eyes he can see the anger, hatred, and pain her mother Betty was trying to convey through her eyes.

She yelps in surprise “Mark, stand down!” I order him and he is fighting against it, I use my Alpha tone and he finally agrees. I mind link him and remind him where we are. “Tiffany I am Sheamus Sulkton, might I speak with you about today and Mark will go back to the hotel” I glare at him. We stare at each other, and he gives Tiffany and cold glare before leaving.

[AZTEC] The Marshal alpha helplessly watched as the woman he had married walked out of his doors, leaving him with the woman he was supposed to marry, a woman so drunk and out of her wits with every breath she took. Scarlet Franzel was a drunken mess and even in her state, she could tell that the alpha was pissed. Well, at least she did have eyes, that prompted her to shut up instantly. 'Maybe he will save me from Alfred,’ Scarlet thought to herself as she finally let the darkness consume her. There was a lot at stake but right now, not showing up in front of the angry alpha was the best thing she could have ever done, even in her unconscious state.

Maybe because of the fact that they look and behave like jokers rather than killers. Charlie was the first to thank her. "Thanks Eleanor." He said. "Welcome Charlie." She grinned at him. "See you in uni." Caleb said and waved her bye before wearing his mask and going out of the window the same way Charlie went. "I already like you, partner." Finn mused before waving at her and Eleanor saw him going out of the window. How are they even going down? Are they using ladders or something? She was still thinking when her breath hitch when he heard his deep voice as his hot breath fanned her ears making her cheeks go red.

Fix all the broken things around the pack lands and removing all the rubble and broken trees. More importantly we spent it helping the families that had lost someone and supporting those that had lost their mate as that was one of the hardest things to ever having to deal with, literally loosing the other part of your soul, no one could ever fully recover from that and most chose not to stay in this world.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

I ate at the table alone. The house was very quiet. And somewhere between one bite and the next I realised that the heaviness in my chest, the one that had been sitting there since 2 a.m. two nights ago, had shifted slightly. Not gone. But different. Less like grief and more like something that had made a decision.

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