Afterlives Book Novels & Stories

“If it’s alive anywhere, it’s not here.” Relief and a strange, sober grief twisted together in my chest. We’d killed a monster. We’d also, in some contorted way, killed the only framework we’d had for existing for a long time. “Then this is…” I gestured around the room. “It. The after-after. Or a second draft.” “Feels… smaller,” he said, looking out the window at the gray slice of sky. “And bigger. All at once.” “Welcome to being an underpaid writer,” I muttered.

“It shifts the measure of a life.” She looked over at him. “We were never trying to be permanent.” “No,” he agreed. “We were trying to be permeable.” She smiled. “Let it pass through. Let it become.” --- 11:44 PM — Bedroom The notebook rested on her lap. The one they had decided not to include in the official canon. Its cover said: Notes for After. In it were pieces. Questions that they had not solved. Phrases too gentle to be clauses. Such as:

I really appreciate everything. Well, I have good news and bad news.. The bad news is that this book, HAPPY FOREVER AFTER has ended. And the good news that I have other amazing books for you to read. So you get to enjoy another round of romance and adventure with me.. Lol. Well, the name of this new book is ALWAYS BEEN YOU and if you liked HAPPY FOREVER AFTER, trust me, you'll like this one too.. I also have other books - HER BODYGUARD SILENT DESIRES

I stated while serving orders and then I faced him who's standing behind me holding the other tray. He then took a deep breath and flash a smile. “I wonder what those planets are named as... But yeah...Good luck for that.. We're always here for you.” “Thanks.” I responded and hit him lightly in his biceps. Honestly, I still don't have a solid plan about the content of the book, but I am sure I will be writing the book. I want to create something that will be a subway to my mind, a plane to my soul, and words that can explain my lungs.

We had been together just for ten years, but I knew we would have more, in this lifetime and the next, even in the afterlife. And no matter where the afterlife will take us, I am now ready to face it head-on, as long as Adan Stone Robinson is holding my hand. THE END. Beneath Her Darkness: The Alpha’s Little Demon / October 2022 - February 2023 Lovelies,

he took my head on his shoulder and I leaned closer to my twin. “There are things that take long before it goes away, you know that,” “And for each one that went away has at least something for you. those scars will forever remind you of the battles you’ve won,” he said slowly but his eyes never left the ocean. “You have the time of yours. Take it slow Asmara.” Afterlives are something that some people hold in their hearts a glimpse of hope that they keep with them. They believe that in another life their loved ones will find their way back and happily ever after will follow. I hope those were true. Perhaps it was love that made people believe in such.

After standing there for a while and seeing that June had nothing else to say, I left the room without lingering any longer. … Three days later, the hospital called me, and that was when I learned June had jumped to her death. Before she died, she had left behind a note filled with apologies. In it, she begged me that after her death, I would bury her in the land she once loved most. I helped handle her funeral arrangements. After the cremation, I carried her ashes all the way back to the desert. There, I scattered June's ashes across the endless stretch of barren earth. This had once been the place where our love first took root, but time had passed, and so many things had faded that I coul

"She loved chaos." "Same thing." --- The fifth book was published in the fall. The Shape of a Future, it was called. A meditation on building a life when the foundations have been laid by others. On finding your own voice in the chorus of ghosts. The reviews were quiet — not loud, but thoughtful. People recognized the honesty, the vulnerability, the refusal to pretend that the past was simple. This is not a sequel, one critic wrote. It's a prayer. For the ones who came before and the ones who will come after.

The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.