After The Movie の小説・ストーリー

“Damian just linked me up with the detective today. So far, nothing solid yet.” “Oh…” she said quietly. “Have you heard from the doctor?” I shook my head. “Not since the burial. I’ll probably check in soon.” “Alright,” Aria said, placing her hand over mine. “Please keep me updated, okay?” “I will.” I got up, forcing a smile. “I should get going.” Her expression softened. “Take care of yourself, Rach.” Damian’s driver was waiting outside. The drive back to his place was silent, except for the faint hum of the engine. I stared out the window the whole way, watching the city lights blur past.

The morning after the attack, the penthouse was silent except for the faint beeping of medical machines and the low hum of police radios downstairs. Elara sat up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, one hand over her stomach, the other gripping Lucian’s sleeve. Lucian hadn’t let go of her since dawn. Marek rested in a separate room, stabilized but exhausted. Elara exhaled shakily. “Lucian… what happens now?” Lucian rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Now? I will keep you safe. And Marek. And the baby.”

Keep the thrills coming, and I'll keep the gifts flowing! Alicia turned a blind eye, coaxing Tony to join her on-screen sales spree, steering clear of any talk about new challenges. Laura, after a few days of rest, was looking better, her cheeks flushed with color. My parents could not help but wonder aloud, "Shouldn't Alicia be milking this hype for all it's worth?" "They're so money-hungry. Why stop now? Plus, Laura was a mess before, and she's all good now. What did you do?"

The sun had set by the time that was all done. Theo looked at his subordinates and said to them, "Everyone is hereby dismissed for the day. You're all free to go for a walk and enjoy yourself. Just remember not to cause any trouble! We wouldn't want anything untoward to happen and ruin our plans!" After some thought, Theo then said to them, "We'll gather at the area in front of the hotel at three o'clock in the afternoon tomorrow!"

Everyone lived happily ever after. THE END

I noticed only the approaching, blinding light, and I closed my eyes, not wanting to witness my entry into the afterlife, if this indeed was heaven and I was truly gone. "Celeste!" I froze. My heart rate slowed. When I reopened my eyes, I was left speechless as Arik stood before me, swiftly removing the bomb strapped to my body along with the chains. I saw and heard him commanding his men to defuse the bomb outside, and I spotted the black Ford Raptor behind him, its high beams casting a brilliant glow. I wasn't dead. I was still here. "Oh, God. Fuck it!"

Meekey whispered. “I didn’t do it for you,” Tasha said. “I did it because she deserves closure—one way or another.” The line went dead. Later that afternoon, Maya made her way to the café near Jefferson Park. She sat by the window, sipping coffee she didn’t want, waiting. She had seen a picture of Zoe once smiling beside Natalie on a community newsletter website. Black braids. Sharp jawline. Big hoop earrings and a stare that said don’t mess with me unless you mean it.

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

In the picture, I was smiling so wide my eyes disappeared. That was the happiest moment of my life. The End

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