After Series Novels & Stories

His eyes didn't open until his ears comprehended the panic in Nate's voice. "Look, what he's saying!" Nate said, fright evident in his big blue eyes. His eyes followed Nate's and landed upon the TV set. A headline in red flashed across the screen. It said 'Vampires behind the animal attack in Orilon?' That sentence took away any fatigue remaining in Damien. He looked and listened with heightened senses. For a moment, he felt his heart race. But he knew it couldn't happen. He was dead. Undead. The reporter in the TV screen stood beside a fellow—younger than forty with a receding hairline. The thin layer of hair on his jaw could pass as a beard.

“Don’t fight….” Stephanie’s boot made contact with her ribs and she was passing through the window, shards of glass cutting her skin as she plummeted towards the ground. She knew without a second thought that it was going to hurt. Stephanie slapped Kieran back to the world of Supernatural. “Where did you go?” she asked. “That’s not Clara” he said out of breath. “Took you long enough to figure that out” she said walking to the shattered window looking down at the fake Clara that was on her feet and made a come hither motion with her finger.

“I am upset that you didn’t call me. I am worried that you got so messed up then drove home. I do not know what was going on last night. I am not going to pressure you into talking to me. When you are ready, you can tell me.” “I sobered up before I drove home. You know how I feel about drunk driving.” I finished up the cucumber water and set it in the refrigerator to cool. We carried the bowl of fruit into the living room with a couple of forks, plates and napkins. I placed the bowl on the coffee table and sat. Zain flicks on the tv. “What do you want to watch?” “I don’t care.” He finds a show about some friends that like to play jokes on each other and make each other do weird stuff. We lau

And the next after that. Until forever. (The End)

Julie handed me a glass of water. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Yeah. Just a little freaked.” “Better freaked, than dead. My head is pounding, but I think we learned a valuable lesson here.” “Oh? What’s that?” “No more parties with crazy, unstoppable party animals—or wild, furry animals either. I’m still trying to process what we went through.” “Yeah. Tell me about it. And we might want to avoid Barney-colored drinks and Long Island iced teas too.” “I’m sorry I took you to that party.”

She turned to Robert and repeated herself flatly, "The engagement is over." Robert sighed helplessly. "I approve." "You… approve?!" Damian cried out in animated shock and desperation. "Well, I don't! This is the stupidest joke ever! Stop this game right now, Bella. It's not funny!" "Bella, you've misunderstood our relationship!" Dakota finally spoke out in a girlish, sad voice. "Damian and I are just colleagues. All we talk about is work—" "You shut the hell up right now!" Damian suddenly bellowed, shooting daggers at her with his eyes. "Did I allow you to speak?!"

all over again. The End.

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