Book Always And Forever Novels & Stories

he said, standing and walking toward me. He reached for a book above my head, his eyes locked on mine. The way he looked at me could melt me on the spot. Was he always this handsome? Why did his eyes seem so familiar? Calm, yet deep—like the ocean. He smiled and tapped the book lightly against my forehead before waving it playfully as he backed away, still smiling. I looked at the book he was holding—Time and Time Again by Tamara Ireland Stone. My comfort book. I don’t relate to Ana, but I do to Ben. We both don’t stay.

Willow “How…?” I trail off, not knowing what to say. How did he know? But he only chuckles. “My previous girlfriend made me read it a few years ago, and I must say I loved every moment of it.” He says. A Night Like This was the book based on Alexander and I, the bestseller that I never picked up again even though I still made thousands on the royalties. “Why would you bring it up now, though?” I ask him, not understanding where this was heading. That book is the bane of my existence, and I wish I had never written it.

Burning forever. Together. Always.

And with that, our forever truly began. And this will never end. This will last longer than eternity. THE END~

The atmosphere of the island was serene and warm, despite the nearness of the sea and the lightness of swimwear. — At the center of the square There stood a massive book, bound in dark brown leather. Its pages were thick, as if made to bear the heaviest of emotions. It lay open to a blank page. This was the Book of the Lovers’ Remembrance. It was said that every name written within it could never be erased, never forgotten, but would be immortalized with the island itself. Naomi approached slowly, her eyes gleaming with pure wonder, curiosity mingled with an inexplicable sense of awe. Adel followed her, stood beside her, and gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

He thought about the phrase that had been coming to him for months, the phrase he had written in the journal and spoken to Don and was still trying to fully understand: the building is forever. Caroline looked at him. She had the expression of someone who had said what she came to say and was waiting to see how it landed. He said: "The building is forever because the fifth book does not end. The living is the building. The building is the living. Both things are true and have always been true and will continue to be true." Caroline nodded. She picked up her tea. She drank. That evening, after Caroline had gone to bed, Ernest sat in the study and wrote in his journal:

Hers. Finally. Completely. Forever. THE END

I doubt death changed his methods much. I read it a fourth time anyway, at my desk, with the city going dark orange outside my window and my father's old shipping charts still bolted to the wall behind me because I've never gotten around to taking them down. Thirty days. One marriage. One year, uninterrupted, or the whole empire slides sideways into the cousin's lap. It's the kind of clause a sentimental old man writes when he's dying and wants a story out of his granddaughter's life instead of a balance sheet. It's also, if I'm being honest with myself, the kind of gift I have not been handed in a very long time.

She says and guides me towards the white light. I turn to her before we enter the blinding light." Forever." I whispered, squeezing her hand. She turns to me and smiles."Forever." " Always." We both whispered simultaneously as we walked into the light. Our story may have ended here but what awaits us in the other life will never end, for we will always be together, forever. *Author's Note: New book 'Touch Me While I Taste You' is now available to read (daily updates)

Beneath it is a tiny motorbike. Then there was you. There’s a medical first aid box engraved under it. I can’t help but smile at that. He’s so damn adorable. Now it’s Us. My eyes glitter with tears at the two gems that form a heart. Half red, half blue. I turn the page and hold back a little sob as I stare at the words. Will you promise me forever? I close the little book holding the necklace to my chest. Fuck, this man is perfect. I fan my face, trying not to ugly cry as I look at the book once more, brushing my fingers down the final page.