Aftermath Transformers Novels & Stories

She allowed herself to picture that they had gone through the war and, drawing on the strength of one another, had found the strength to survive. She looked through the window and the moon shining made her smile. It was also an example of how things could remain beautiful despite the horror around them. Then she noticed that the light in the main house was on. Joel must still be awake. Maybe he had demons like her and could not sleep.

And next to our name, carved in smaller letters, there was a line that said, "May we never meet again in the afterlife." This was my final punishment for them. I would never forgive them forever.

Brown was smiling and nodding, and my team members had red eyes, their backs straight with pride. I knew those words weren’t just meant for the media. … After the conference, I received a message from an unfamiliar number.

Victoria's pupils shook violently. "No... impossible. This is impossible, Julian! You must be lying to me!" Just as she screamed on the verge of collapse, a flat mechanical voice suddenly rang through the air above the villa. [Detected: host has fully died. Erasure protocol complete.] Victoria snapped her head up and looked around as if she had seen a ghost. The cold voice continued to echo, like a death sentence being read aloud. [Due to contract termination, the leg-healing reward previously granted to bound target Victoria Quinn will now be officially revoked.]

Nothing remained. No blood. No broken pieces. No sign that only hours earlier, a little girl had flown through the air and fallen there. Only the streetlight still shone, its yellow glow falling across the empty crosswalk. Dad stared at that patch of road for a long time. "Let's go," Mom said softly. Dad came back to himself and started the car again. When they got home, everything was exactly as it had been. The two Barbie dolls, one new and one cracked, still sat on the coffee table. Beside them was the cake box that no one had put away, and the slice of strawberry cake left for me. The air still smelled faintly sweet.

“Really, Vivian?” I nodded, “But first, you have to take Sharon away.” “Right away.” Just as he had come, Sharon was dragged into the back seat like a rag. I thought John was joking. But to my surprise, he actually found 99 cars to crash into himself. When his assistant pulled him out from under the race car, he was unrecognizable. His entire body was disfigured, his face ruined, and he was completely disabled. John still tried to contact me but was locked away by his family.

“I agree.” They kissed again and returned. (Six months later…) “Mom… I’m about to give birth!” “What? Come on, let’s go to the hospital!”

I don't expect a happily ever after, there will always be a lot of Afters to our imperfect love but I pray for the strength to keep getting through it. Remembering the Nova that told me to fuck off back in highschool, she happens to still be the same but more matured and I have learnt to love that crazy part of her. I wish all of you lovers out there a Maybe Ever After! The Nordan Story AFTER! by PLEASYMATT ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ The End. Please don't skip the next chapter, it's worth it, I assure you.

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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