Aftermath Parents Guide Novels & Stories

“And I was kicked out of the previous high school that I went to. Failing grades” She sighed and shook her head before taking another bite out of her burrito. Ethan must’ve heard her sigh because she felt his shoulder rub against hers, shaking out of laughter. “If you don’t get decent grades in senior year, you won’t be able to get into good universities, you know”, she said, waving her index finger in the air for added effect. “No wonder your parents got you an after-school tutor” “Well”, he shrugged, shoving the last bite of bread into his mouth. “I’m trying hard, aren’t I?”

"Do you think your parents will ever find out about this? After our second-in-command uses you tonight, he'll drag you to the woods outside the city and feed you to the wolves. By the time your parents find out that you haven't returned, you would've turned a carcass already." Another guy said, "Do you know who you're dealing with? I guess there's no harm in telling you. You're up against the Mount Blade Gang! Do you think your family has any power to go up against us? Hehe, your parents won't be able to save you even if they know your situation right now! You're going to die anyway, so there's no risk for us to tell you who we are!"

“Lucy! What the fuck! Where have you been? I’ve been calling you all night. Let me guess, Cole said some sweet rubbish and you guys made up. You two had sex right?” “Worse. I had sex with his Dad.” I groaned slumping besides her. Her eyes widened with interest. “How? Tell me more.” Red faced I told her everything. “I’ve never been so humiliated.” I moaned. “Why? You should be happy. After what that bastard did to you what could be better than fucking his dad. With luck you could be his step mom and really rub it in.” “What? Won’t that be weird? Besides Mike is way older than me.”

“My mother was the real leader. Not Damien’s father. Not Adrian. Not anyone else.” Elara felt the ground tilt beneath her. Lucian exhaled, voice shaking: “Elara… the most dangerous Hale of all… is my mother.”

Diane said guiltily, “Mom… you’re not mad at me anymore? I… I didn’t hide it from you on purpose. I was just afraid that if you found out about Daphne’s death, you’d be too sad, so I…” Sloan shook her head and said gently, “Let’s just drop it. It’s Daphne’s luck that took her to where she was. “From now on, you’re our only daughter. You must take good care of your health, alright?” Diane immediately let out a sigh of relief. She knew that even if Daphne was dead, her parents would still love her. She happily ate a spoonful of the soup. She looked around and asked, “Where’s Mrs. Jane?”

"Sherry, I'm really glad you're moving forward. Life always keeps going. We need to learn to let go." I stood outside the infirmary for a long time afterward. It was just around the time the nearby Werewolf Academy let out. The street came alive. The sounds drifted into my ears, close enough to hear but distant enough to feel like another world. My phone buzzed, and a photo came through from an unknown number. It was the same one I had shredded, but it had not been awkwardly taped back together.

I had endured because Dante held my hand and told me there would be a life after all of it. Now that life had finally come, he wanted me to hide it. “If you truly love me,” I said, “why is my child the one who has to disappear?” Dante’s expression darkened. “Don’t make it sound like that.” “But that is what you’re doing.” A few guards and staff members had started looking toward the office. Dante noticed and lowered his voice. “We’ll talk at home.” He guided me out through the private elevator. Serena followed us without being asked.

Xander said the moment we returned, staring at me as if he could see right through me. "Well, you'd better comfort me, then." I hooked my finger on his tie. "After all, we're still young, right?" Xander's ears turned red again as he hummed in agreement under my gaze. I then tackled him and kissed his face all over. … Five years later, the system told me that Elijah's world had finally collapsed. At the time, I was holding my daughter, Maya Fuller, and teaching her to paint when I heard the news. I paused for a moment to remember before the memories came back to me.