After Franchise Novels & Stories

"If you do this, the confederation fractures. Reclamation and the Alliance will split. Catherine's Hart Compound will have to choose sides. Everything we've built collapses." "Then it collapses. I'd rather have a fractured confederation and control of the facility than unified confederation and no one controlling anything." Victor's expression softened slightly. "Maya, I respect what you've built. I respect your principles. But principles don't survive climate cycles. Power does. Technology does. Control does. I'm taking the practical path. You can join me or race me. Your choice." "I'll race you. And I'll beat you."

“Make up your mind Shane, “ Cassian pressed, now standing above me. I pressed my head to the ground, trying to ignore his looming presence. I wanted to scream, I wanted to disappear from here, but I couldn’t run away, not anymore. Finally, I raised my head, looking right into his eyes. “I will do it,” I agreed hoarsely. Cassian smirked victoriously. “Do what?” “I will serve you,” I forced out. “I will do whatever you want, just leave my sisters alone.” He studied me for a moment and then he smiled. “You have made a smart decision Shane Lockwell.” The sound of my name on his lips made me feel sick. “I can’t believe this!” An elder suddenly protested, rising to his feet. “How can you bring a S

Mason reassures Archie before we move on to the next one. We repeat the same process at six more offices with the same result. After a short break for lunch, we head out to the Denbigh assessment office. We watch Archie enter the building and ten minutes pass without a phone call to pick him up. It’s almost thirty minutes before there’s any movement on the tracker. Raff’s computer blares with an alarm that the tracker has gone out of range, which is normal during a teleport. When it reappears in Milan, we know the rogues have him.

"If I'd taken photos of you back then, maybe I'd be able to see you often now. Unfortunately..." With countless regrets, he left. Vivian was arrested for assault and began her prison sentence. Julian lost everything. To numb himself to reality for a while, he often drank himself senseless at bars. During one drunken conflict, his wrist was permanently ruined, ending his dream of photography for good. I chose to forget him, as if he had never appeared in my life at all. My life finally returned to peace.

Now I am homeless, not having a single penny in my hands and standing in the middle of the road as a divorced Luna. My father was so right, this is so surprising how well informed he is. “It’s already been three years since you bet with your father and left the pack. It’s time for you to return,” “Yes, I know. I guess my father must be so happy that he won in this bet?” “Yes, he is. He’s happy that his daughter is going to return to the pack,” Delus smiled.

Greg had suggested picking up fruits and drinks and power bars on their way back from the early morning raid so that they would get something to eat while they were at it. “We should split up, Roy. I'll get the drinks and power bars while you get the fruits,” Greg said. Roy nodded his head in agreement, knowing that the fruit section was on the other far end of the store. "That sounds okay.” He said, walking in the direction of the section while Greg walked to his. The lines of the fruits were different so he would have to go around each shelf to get what he wanted. When he approached the section where the apples were kept, he saw a woman standing there, her back was to him, but somehow she

"Not after he spent time with you last night," "Shh," I hushed her and looked around. "What's your plan now?" My forehead furrowed. I wasn't really sure now, because this has not happened in my past. There was a sudden mixed up in my timeline, not because I changed something, but he did. The news was supposed to happen a year after our breakup, but it happened so soon. I glanced at my now frowning sister. "Move on?" She rolled her eyes. This was the first time I did not get annoyed with her. When the bus came, she hugged me one more time before getting in.

In the hospital, Jeniva manor received the breaking news from the Starlight entertainment industry that she had henceforth being blacklisted from the industry and the entertainment industry entirely. All her resources were withdrawn and her manager had been transferred to another artist. In addition to that, she would be receiving a letter from their lawyer on how she'd be going to compensate the company for dragging its reputation in the mire. Jeniva sobbed. She felt broken. Her hard work had gone down the drain. She is not only thrown out of the starlight entertainment industry, but all the other entertainment industries as well. There isn't any need for her to even think of Alex Foster no

But that bit of information never came out, so they saved themselves an argument over something the other two wouldn’t want to hear. No Return hit the road again in February, for the fourth and last leg of their world tour, after two years traveling around the world. The itinerary was almost domestic for them: Spain, France, Germany, UK, Canada and finally the US. The distances being shorter, they would travel or play almost every day. The Hey, Jay! was left unattended for the next two months.

Anne sighed. “Okay, Anne doesn't want to push you, but I don't care, what the hell was that with Hernandez in the lobby?” Tom asked. “Anne told me that you had some kind of fight years ago and he sort of abandoned us all these years, I would have punched him myself if Anne would have let me, but damn, you looked like you were about to kill the guy” “Lucky for him I didn't” I said quietly just as a car honked nonstop across the street.