After Everything Novels & Stories

I didn’t have the energy to make decisions. Of course, pre-gaming happened in his room. Lights off, music up and cups filled. Any number of pre-game activities could go down. There was dancing, rapping, singing, and making videos while we got to a state of mind where being around a bunch of people felt good instead of overwhelming. My grief and his PTSD made a great pairing.

“Let me go, I need to save them please just let me go you fucking bastard I need to save them.” Tears are streaming down my face my vision Just starts going blurry my heart shattered not even wanting to take a breath. “I'm sorry I can not let you go you can not save them they are already dead.” I start beating on his chest like a maniac I'm so angry that he just won't let me try to save them he won't let me go I don't understand what has just happened. My life has just ended everything I loved it's now gone. How am I going to be able to move on without them? This isn't going to be a life I don't know what am I supposed to do.

"Good night....." The room was quiet afterwards, it was silent and peaceful and it made them realize that no matter what happened, they always had each other.....and that was all they needed. THE END~...Now go to the next chapter 😝

Black and red alike. When war ends, this is what shall remain, a voice that didn't belong to her echoed inside her mind. It's only a dream, Eira assured herself but what she saw next numbed all her senses. Her eyes fell on another pile of fresh dead bodies, covered with cuts and gashes. Dead bodies of Cassie, Trish, Nate, Damien, Dana and finally Bella. Her friend's head was half hacked off from her neck and she stared at Eira with her big, lifeless eyes.

Sebastian Morrison was the most famous fireworks designer in the world. We'd been together for seven years, and countless times, I'd hinted that I wanted a fireworks show that belonged only to me. Every time, he just ruffled my hair. "Next time it's your birthday," he'd say, "I'll design you the most beautiful one yet." The night of my birthday, I rushed to the beach, my heart full of anticipation. Instead, I found Sebastian standing under a sky full of fireworks, his arms wrapped around Victoria Grey. The fireworks burst over the water, dazzling, like a dream. Just not one that belonged to me. I stood frozen at the edge of the crowd. Someone nearby laughed and said, "I heard this des

We had been two threads of different colors, woven together for years, until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. Now I was just one half of something torn apart. I told myself I needed time — to learn how to live without him, to scrape him out of every corner of my mind. And little by little, I did. Three months later, I could finally breathe again. I could cook my own meals, walk outside, look at the sea without breaking down. I was… okay. Not healed, but functional. Before all of this, I’d earned dual degrees in Software Engineering and Artificial Intelligence.

The morning after the grand finale of the revival series had a strange, almost magical stillness to it, as though the city had paused just to let the afterglow settle. The soft hum of dawn drifted over the streets, blending with echoes of applause, music, and the powerful emotions that had filled the hall only hours earlier.

Why do I feel like my world is gone now that he said that after knowing everything that I heard. "Please... Veronica.. Don't leave." My tears fell.

Victor's eyes were full of pain and disappointment as he said in a low voice, "Vivienne, I thought you would always be the one who made me feel safe. But now, I don't know how I can trust you anymore." With that, he carried Queenie and walked away. Shards of debris had cut several gashes into my skin, the pain sharp and searing. But compared to the tearing, excruciating pain in my heart, it felt like nothing. I tried to speak but only managed to squeeze out a few broken words. "I didn't… I really didn't…" Tears blurred my vision, and everything in my life seemed to collapse around me. It all pressed down so heavily on me that I could barely breathe.

Silence. But not the gentle kind, The kind that follows an explosion. The kind that feels like the whole world is waiting to see whether anything survived the blast, Liora stood in the aftermath of her strike. The reality around her was broken glitching, Patches of the world blinked in and out like dying stars. A forest that wasn’t a forest. A city that hummed like it remembered being a dream. Clouds that turned into script midair, then faded.