After Dust Sans Novels & Stories

You're not planning to be his side chick, are you? Evan cut in. "Leaving you at the altar was my mistake. But love is love—I never loved you. Eight years or eighty, it won't change. "If the money's not enough, I'll add another hundred grand. Call it compensation for what I did to you." They talked over me. Like I wasn't even there. Then Evan pulled out his phone, tapped a few times—and froze. "You deleted me?" *** I didn't get why he was freaking out.

The company’s reputation had plummeted, and within months, it had been swallowed by a competitor. Tapping the screen, I went through more of his work. Something about it unsettled me. Suddenly , memories of perhaps what I knew about his personal life glared at me. I couldn’t quite place the exact story I had heard about him in the past. But it felt like I knew who he was. Author’s Note: Revenge After Rebirth: No Longer Yours, Ex! Will be updated at least 4 to 5 times a week. Please do well to add to your library so whenever a new chapter is updated, you will be notified. Happy reading!!

◇NO POV◇ sana is fuming with anger because her another plan also gone is vain she hitted the wall angrily azra : are you mad sana what happened to you sana : that's what my problem nothing happening azra : we are already following a plan right now again why you're angry sana : I implemented another one too I thought it will get succeed and she will die but that bitch escaped again azra : what you did sana : she tried to escape wantedly I showed her way near dungeon she entered as per my plan I released poisonous gas inside if Aurthur didn't came in time she might die now but he saved her again

Narrator- Alpha Asher casually gathered Miranda's limp form in his arms, along with her fallen keys and purse. Her head naturally leaned against his chest, and the moment her hair grazed against Asher's skin, he gladly breathed in a whiff of her natural scent. She smelled like sweet ripe oranges in the summer. Asher smiled and crossed the street, towards his SUV. He walked around the passenger side only to stop in his tracks when he noticed Joshua standing against the door with his arms crossed and a knowing smirk on his lips.

“Then we should mind those old alien bones and play something easier.” “Yes, please! My lungs are about to collapse.” “Oh, that’s why you just lit a smoke, right?” Silvia gave him the finger, making him laugh heartedly. He tried a chord and met her eyes. “So long not see, inner bastard,” she said, recognizing Break Free. She recognized all his songs within seconds. “Okay, then.” He played another chord and she nodded eagerly. So he played Our Cure. Silvia tapped on the table to the rhythm, smiling as they took turns to sing.

If I knew I would've lost my job, I wouldn't have wasted my money on it. It was a plain red dress with single spaghetti straps that had a deep v-neckline, showing a lot of cleavage, and ended just below my ass. It was complemented with a pair of four inches silver stilettos. I knew I looked hot, and Alessandro just verified that by the lust in his gaze. "You aren't innocent, but I was talking about your mind. You shouldn't follow me if you don't want it to be tainted with darkness." He resumed walking again, expecting me to follow, and I did. "Besides, why are you dressed like a hooker?"

I can hear their footsteps scuffling away. “You know she’s never going to make this easy for you, right?” I hear Rowan ask quietly. Silence. Long enough that I almost think Luca isn’t going to answer. “I know,” he says softly. A beat passes. Then Rowan snorts. “You’re so unbelievably fucked.” “Shut up, Rowan.” Their laughter fades down the hall. And despite everything… Dean Withers. The tracker beneath my skin. Callan Ravaryn and his stupid, gentle eyes. The memories of Skyless Keep. The panic still clawing at my chest… I find myself smiling. Just a little.

He pressed the phone to his ear and waited for a long time, but no one answered. Clutching the phone tightly, he sat at the door all afternoon before his parents showed up to take him home. He never went to college. Instead, he took a gap year. I heard he spent his days locked up in his room, scrolling through our old chat logs over and over again. Later, his family packed up and moved to another city, and no one talked about him again. … Danielle stayed by my side like always. She refused to let anyone come near my casket and held my frozen hand, talking to me for hours.

GRACE’S POV “Try me.” I said to Susan, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’m serious,” Susan said, one hand on her hip, the other holding the edge of her towel like she was prepared to go to war.. “There is nothing wrong with a free spirited individual. You should get on that sometimes.” “There is something wrong with a free spirited individual half naked in my living room,” I shot back. “Go and put on some clothes.” She sighed dramatically, like I had just crushed her dreams.

The town reeked of booze. “Down Hills is where people from school come to hang out. It’s a free town.” Free town was putting it mildly. Music blasted from the club while people danced carelessly close to the road. Kayla swerved the car multiple times to avoid drunken teenagers and adults who stumbled across the road without looking. She guided the car to another street. “Do you come here all the time?” I asked. She shook her head. “Silver is a regular though” she glanced at me and smiled. “You should see the look on your face. Was life before WhiSare that luxurious?”