After Movie Novels & Stories

Jordan picked up a remote and clicked on the massive TV mounted on the wall. "Let's just zone out for a minute," he said. He scrolled through a few apps and picked a movie called After. I’d heard about it—lots of drama and high-tension romance. He sat down next to me and wrapped a heavy arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. As the movie started, he actually began explaining some of the subplots, his voice vibrating against my side. "See that guy?" Jordan whispered, pointing at the screen. "He's making a mess of things because he's scared to admit how he feels. Don't be like that, Cat."

“I won’t be home for dinner.” Jordan’s fingers tightened around her purse strap. “Again?” He finally met her eyes then, something sharp flickering behind them. Impatience. “Jordan, I have a deposition that ran over and a client dinner afterward. You know how this goes.” I know how this feels, she almost said. Instead, she nodded. Again. The elevator dinged. Jay stepped out first, already moving forward, already gone. “Jay,” she called softly. He stopped, turning halfway. “What?”

" The pharmacist was frantic, shouting, but I might as well have been deaf. Had he not known I was her mother, he might have thought I was a criminal. I bought some bandages and painkillers from him and headed home. To my surprise, Laura was awake only three hours later, tearless and pain-free. At the same time, Alicia's live stream had come to a halt because her phone overheated and shut down, and she could not keep up with the broadcast. Nonetheless, Tony had genuinely walked across half a desert. Alicia became an instant sensation with a million followers.

He noticed things he had never paid attention to before—the way the kitchen lights remained off, the faint echo of his own footsteps, the absence of soft, habitual sounds that had once filled the space without effort. Claire had been everywhere. And he had seen none of it. His phone buzzed. A message from Claire. No—not a message. A notification. Her number was no longer active. Something tight clenched in his chest. ⸻ That night, Claire returned to her apartment feeling lighter than she had in days. The meeting with Aaron had not been dramatic. It hadn’t reopened old wounds or sparked confusion. It had reminded her of something she had forgotten. Who she was before she learned how to disapp

And Alessandro did more of shaking his head at how crazily ‘stupid’ the plot was. Almost two hours later, the movie ended. Alessandro pushed the laptop to a side and pulled me closer to his side, his protectiveness oozing strongly as he wrapped his mighty arm around me. Then, he said, “Maybe I should watch more movies. It was enjoyable. Unrealistic. But I liked some of the... scenery.” I stifled a laugh. “Nothing about it was unrealistic. I found their love normal and true.” “Hmm.” I looked up to see his nose scrunched in disagreement. “Was that love? That silly thing they kept doing? All they did was fight, Carrie. Sure, the fight was fun to watch, but who the heck finds love in the midst o

Nothing remained. No blood. No broken pieces. No sign that only hours earlier, a little girl had flown through the air and fallen there. Only the streetlight still shone, its yellow glow falling across the empty crosswalk. Dad stared at that patch of road for a long time. "Let's go," Mom said softly. Dad came back to himself and started the car again. When they got home, everything was exactly as it had been. The two Barbie dolls, one new and one cracked, still sat on the coffee table. Beside them was the cake box that no one had put away, and the slice of strawberry cake left for me. The air still smelled faintly sweet.

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In

Julian did not come home that night. At exactly midnight, I silently wished myself a happy birthday. I remembered how, on the way to accept his award, he had still remembered to book a candlelit dinner. "When I'm done, we'll celebrate. It's your birthday too." But now he was celebrating another woman's birthday in a way that shut me out completely. My phone chimed. Someone sent me an anonymous video. In the footage, Vivian's pale upper body was draped in a thin, almost transparent veil. Her pose was deliberately provocative.

Because of my fragile health, my best friend, Eva, kept me on a tight leash growing up. She always told me, "Leah, you can't take risks." So for every date David and I planned, she had to test it out for me first. When the new roller coaster opened at the amusement park and she said it was too intense for my heart, David took her instead. After I booked a bed-and-breakfast by the ocean, Eva said the night breeze was too strong for me. So David spent the night there with her. I made reservations at a romantic couple's restaurant, only for her to say the menu might trigger an allergic reaction. That was why David took her to try it first. Every time they came back, Eva would look me in t

It's the same way Riley looks at me. “Bye, Hendrix.” Uma said. “I'll call you tomorrow, okay?” “Sure baby.” Hendrix kissed her again. “Raquel I hope you feel better! Let me know if you want me to kick David's ass!” “Thanks Hendrix!” Raquel called back. Uma skipped back into the living room. “Let's get baked.” ~~~ “You know what's insane about watching movies?” I asked. “It's like you want the characters to be smart and act like they should in like real life, but then if they did that there would be no movie.”