And After All This Time Novels & Stories

Together. Day 7, 11:48 PM - Me: That sounds perfect. Day 7, 11:49 PM - Adrien: two weeks. Then we finish this. Then we get our lives back. Day 7, 11:51 PM - Me: I love you. Day 7, 11:52 PM - Adrien: I love you too. Always have. Always will. Two weeks until Geneva. Two weeks until everything either ended or began.

written in elegant icing. “I thought we could share a piece,” Anton said with a smile, grabbing a fork. I laughed as he fed me a bite. “This is delicious.” He took a bite himself, nodding in agreement. “It’s perfect, just like today.” After finishing the cake, we walked over to the window, looking out at the city lights. Anton wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close. “One year down,” I said softly. “And a lifetime to go.” Anton smiled, kissing my temple. “A lifetime sounds perfect.”

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.

The words were a piercing cry of desperation, a plea wrung from the depths of my being. The world seemed to freeze. My life hung in the balance, the pain, the fear, and the love for my daughter consuming me. The stages of grief had compressed into a whirlwind of emotions as the timer ticked down. At that moment, the world seemed to grind to a halt. Time slowed, and I couldn't hear anything. I became numb. The time bomb's ominous countdown displayed a mere 5 minutes left. I had lost all hope. 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.

"But I…" "Damian," she interjected softly. Outside, the blissful blue sky beckoned to her. "I don't blame you. Really." There was no hate or ire in her voice. She simply sounded a little sentimental. "This is it. This is my goodbye to you and the twenty-odd years of my life." Damian's breathing hitched. He said nothing. Bella knew he understood her. Softly, she said, "Goodbye. Take care." She ended the call.

Back. _Thump._ “Always,” Adrian said. “Always,” I said. _Silence. 12:01 AM._ They slept. Finally. 3 years old. And 11 seconds. Stayed dead. And Reese. Stayed nothing. And the _AFTER_ box. Stayed closed. On shelf. With _SORRY_. With _R_. With bracelets. With 7. And us. Stayed.

Another late update and a possible cliffhanger. I'm sorry. But on the bright side. I updated. That's a good thing right? Till next time. Love you.

Alden seems shaken up enough as it is. “All that you need to know, is there is no more mate bond between Time and I,” I tell him, beyond happy to get it off my chest. He looks confused for a moment, as if he can’t quite believe me. “How?” “Let’s just say, Time most likely wanted it gone at the end of the day as much as I did. It didn’t take much,” I tell him. Alden smiles softly, leaning up to kiss me. I savour the feeling of his lips against mine for a moment before speaking again. “All that matters is that it’s gone. We don’t have to worry about it.”

The air stood still, heavy with anticipation, as I whispered, "Are you Athara? Are you the love I lost, returned to me?" She hesitated, her eyes flickering with vulnerability before she let out a heavy sigh, as if the past had materialized before her. "Yes," she murmured, her voice laced with a bittersweet longing. "I am Athara, lost but never forgotten." In that moment, the weight that had burdened my soul for so long began to lift. Time had played its twisted game, weaving our fates across millennia, only to reunite us in this dimly lit bar. The echoes of time resounded within our hearts, whispering a tale of reunion and redemption.

lt made her feel guilty. Allan you also know how much of my time you have wasted. I think its time l live my life without you. Look am so grateful that you saved me back then. And l think that l have compansated you enough with my body and time. We need to move on. Now Pretty is about to start school. Where in the world am l going to get the money to sponsor her school funds if l spend all the time to take care of you.