Before We Were Yours Movie Novels & Stories

All of the questions and suspicions she had for the middle-aged man in front of her vanished into thin air. Everything was replaced by fear, which managed to ambush in such a way. Jamie showed her a dreadful photograph. Marcus Mendes, her stepfather, was covered in blood and had several gaping wounds on his neck and stomach in the front yard of an empty house behind theirs. "Gracie Williams." Jamie mentioned Selene's adoptive mother's name aloud. Selene quickly shook her head. Jamie's large hands were caught in her tiny fingers as a reflex. "Enough, sir." Selene asked quietly.

he clicked his tongue in slight disapproval. Kyle smirked. "You knew all this and still married him. You can't complain." Marcus smiled. "I couldn't resist your dad's charms. Vincent was a heartthrob back in those days." Kyle made a gagging sound which Marcus ignored and continued, "We were the most popular couple in campus back then. With an omega like me on his arm, Vincent was unstoppable." Vernon giggled. "You're praising yourself again. You've told us this since the day we were born."

“Say what, exactly?” I asked quietly. “Angela, you’ve already got Ben—why can’t you just let me go?” Greta bent down and picked up several of the medical reports scattered on the floor. After scanning a few lines, she suddenly laughed—a cold, sharp sound. “Well, it seems like there is God after all!” Darren exploded. “You old hag, do you have no conscience at all? If it weren’t for him working himself to the bone for your family, how would Callum end up with an illness like this at his age?

Death Is Just the Beginning Upon Your Return - Episode 15 Hours afterward, as she pushed through a crowd of men and women with her maid and her driver Pierre lugging two baskets behind them, Rosalie pointed to an amber-colored fruit. “From Spain, Mademoiselle. Shall we?”

Lucien announced, his voice cold as death. Elias's face lit up. “Ah, there they are. Our final witnesses.” Father appeared then, bloodied but unbowed, hurling himself at Lucien with a shout that rang with defiance. Lucien barely flinched. He caught Father by the throat and lifted him effortlessly, like a rag doll. “Say goodbye,” Elias whispered. And then—he sank his teeth into Dad’s neck. I heard a sick, awful snap. Blood sprayed everywhere. And just like that, Dad fell.

And once you’re seen in Willow Creek— There’s no going back.

Every time I reached for the gear shift, my hand brushed the center console where his arm usually rested, the phantom warmth of him still lingering in the air. In the rearview mirror, the orange glow of the bonfire was shrinking into a pinprick of light. I could still see the silhouette of the truck where I’d left them,the king and queen of North Hills standing in the ruins of their kingdom. Noah. Madison. The wreckage of a truth that was never supposed to be seen . I wondered if the others had seen it. I wondered if the "Golden Couple" was currently screaming or if the silence between them was as deafening as the one inside my head.

I come back and situate myself, legs tucked in and play the movie. I watched till the part where Mei-lei and four towns started to sing, "nobody like you" and I couldn't help the tears that threatened to flow as I listened to the lyrics. When they sang the part that said, "I'm never gonna let you cry, oh cry, oh cry. I'm always gonna be your ride, or die, or die," the water works started. With each words, tears flowed as I put a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth, blubbering the lyrics.

"No! Ah!" We were just fooling around. This was our way of bringing ourselves down to Earth after a heart-racing performance like the one that we had just had today. It was also our way of comforting ourselves when we were exhausted to the point of numbness. None of the five of us really respected each other's personal spaces anyway. Well, maybe except for Hanseol. S.T.A.Y was family. "Wait. Wait." I stopped all movement when I heard my phone ringing. "My phone."

When my boyfriend, Caleb Steele, loses his family and everything he has, I walk away. After he makes a comeback, I come to see him every year. The first year, I hold my daughter, Claire Sutton, in my arms. Caleb throws fifty thousand dollars at me and tells me to stay away. The second year, I bring my late-stage cancer diagnosis, and he doesn't even look at it. Instead, he gives me a hundred thousand dollars and tells me to disappear for good. In the third and fourth years, I vanish just as he wants. Then, in the fifth year, he gets a call from Claire. "Mommy, when are you bringing me dinner? I'm hungry."