After Soundtrack Novels & Stories

She said bye to her mom and dad and got into her aircar. The aircar's security system flashed a screen and a computerized voice said "Pls bring your face close to the screen for scanning. Face detection is running." After the face detection the engine started. In 3019 the engine starts only after the face of the owner of the car is detected. Rosa selected her destination to Silverspring High School and switched to autopilot mode.

A soft beep echoed in the room, and the folder opened. What spilled across the screen made my breath hitch in my throat. Hundreds—no—thousands of files. Fifteen years’ worth of data. Over two terabytes. “Oh my goodness,” I breathed. “This… this is from the Aftersound, isn’t it?” Cade didn't answer. “It says the footage from the Aftersound is deleted right after the livestream,” I continued, my voice cracking with disbelief. “That it can’t be saved or duplicated. That anyone who tries to distribute it is punished.”

Becca's Pov Was he fucking serious right now! I thought shocked, was he really breaking up with me? Even though I was shocked, I wasn’t really surprised. I had somehow been expecting something to happen after I had overheard a conversation three weeks ago, between Ken and his best friend Pete.

Click. “Valley Center for Youth Services, how can I help you?” Meekey’s voice caught in her throat. She had no plan for this moment. “Hi,” she said, trying to steady herself. “Is Natalie Cole in?” “Just a moment.” Hold music crackled through the line. Then— “This is Natalie.” Meekey’s knees buckled slightly. Her voice—deeper now, older. Confident. It wasn’t the voice of a child. “Hello?” Natalie asked again.

Stephanie was particularly animated, finding every humorous moment an opportunity to throw herself on Jayden making it into fits of laughter, fake laughter just to draw closer to Jayden. Jayden watched Stephanie with shock, his own smile stopping as he observed her enjoyment. He occasionally caught her eye, sharing a glance that got him confused. Despite her playful advances, he remained composed, appreciating the friendly connection they shared beyond the laughter. As the credits rolled and the movie came to an end, the theater lights slowly brightened. Glancing at his watch, Jayden realized it was already 11:30, and a sense of responsibility hit him. He turned to Stephanie, his voice fille

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was my parents sitting beside me, their faces filled with worry. Seeing me awake, both of them started crying. "You're finally awake, sweetheart. You've been unconscious at home for three days... We were scared out of our minds!" I looked at my parents' familiar yet distant faces, and the weight on my heart finally lifted. I was finally home, where I belonged. The system chimed gently in my mind. "Fran, Mr. Thomson's illness has been cured. Time flows differently between that world and this one. The six more years you stayed there only took three days here. I've disguised your loss of consciousness as low blood sugar. Go ahead and spend some time with yo

There wasn't a lot of money in it, but there was enough to buy a small toy for my sister. I fell asleep again. When they find me and see these things, surely they won't be angry at me anymore, right? This time, I slept soundly, without any dreams. I heard my own heartbeat. Thud. Thud. Thud. Then slowly, slowly, it faded away. The storage room became completely quiet. No one realized. No one came to check. The boy waiting for death could finally stop waiting.

Nate rotated the steering wheel to the right and they were out of the courtyard and on the road leading to Ivywood High. Diana looked at the fading board which marked the border of Orilon on the opposite end; a little further another board saying ‘Welcome to Everwinter' stood. From a side glance she could see Nate who looked as handsome as ever, even on a Monday morning. He whistled occasionally, trying to lighten up her mood but the witch ignored all his attempts. He would also often give her long stares, making her turn her head more on the opposite side but now her neck had started to ache.

Ethan’s POV The sky was a brushstroke of lavender and burnt orange as we drove past the last city lights, the hum of Julian’s vintage convertible the only sound between us. He didn’t speak, and neither did I. But it wasn’t silence—it was a shared calm, the kind that didn’t need to be filled. After weeks of chaos, scandal, and confrontation, this—this nothingness—felt like everything. “Almost there,” Julian said quietly, his voice breaking the spell like the soft toll of a wind chime. “We’ll be safe here.”

Why does he have to be this way to me? "You know you can tell me what's bothering you right?" he said after a long silence. “I just missed you,” I whispered. He chuckled and slightly messed up my hair. I slightly tapped his hand so he’d stop. “Our song will be releasing next week,” I didn’t say anything and just let him continue. “Before, it was just my dream to record our band's song. Now we will be releasing it,” his voice sounds really happy. I turned to him and watched his face in silence.