Ever After High Novels & Stories

Because of my fragile health, my best friend, Eva, kept me on a tight leash growing up. She always told me, "Leah, you can't take risks." So for every date David and I planned, she had to test it out for me first. When the new roller coaster opened at the amusement park and she said it was too intense for my heart, David took her instead. After I booked a bed-and-breakfast by the ocean, Eva said the night breeze was too strong for me. So David spent the night there with her. I made reservations at a romantic couple's restaurant, only for her to say the menu might trigger an allergic reaction. That was why David took her to try it first. Every time they came back, Eva would look me in t

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

The fifteen minutes you' re talking about were wasted with that stupid guy behind me She leans back scanning me, I think, for what? I don’t know, is there anything wrong with me? “Wow. You look gorgeous, Lyly.” And hugs me again, what is here problem? “Oh, Adam! We are so delighted to be here with us.” Woah! He is Morrison Adam that one? And which kind of guests! I thought … oh what ashame. Should I apologize? What for? No, I don’t. he deserves. I heard about him from Peter but never meet him or see his face.

He stuttered out once we pulled away. I nodded my head yes. As he squealed in excitement and hold me bridal style, "thank you. Thank you so much. You will not regret this, this will turn our happily never after, to our happily ever after." He said as he put me on my bed, hovering over me then kissed me again passionately. * (If you guys got confused, please back to the prologue and read the beginning) * A few years after Emily I am just done with my coffee time and decided to go back home. It has been 10 years since Aaron promised me a happily ever after, since the birth of Niles he never leave me alone.

Brent comments. Now that I think about it, the black-haired girl does look familiar. The four of us walk over to their table and introduce ourselves. Soon drinks are placed in front of them, and the conversation starts flowing. Her name is Everly, and she is 21. She just graduated from Duke with her MBA in business. The next few hours felt like a dream. The two of us talked, danced, and flirted. Although I swear, she acted like she couldn’t believe I was interested in her. We left the club together and ended up back at my house. __FLASHBACK END__

"It's like we're back to our high school senior days. Back then, we'd sit under a tree at school, filled with hope for the future. If I knew our lives would turn out like this, maybe we should've gone abroad." "Eve, there's no use trying to run. There are many things we'd only understand after we've experienced them." "That's true." Everly cradled her head with her hands as she enjoyed the sea breeze under the shade. She counted down the days. She would be able to cut Henry out of her life completely in five days. But something unexpected happened on the third day. Everly had been in a good mood for the past two days. She would even skip around and wave at everyone she came across.

The moment I finished tidying up the house, the system's notification chimed. "Fran, you'll be going home in five days," it said. Tears began streaming down my cheeks again. I forced a smile and whispered, "Alright... Thank you." For a second, I thought I heard the system sigh. The next thing I knew, my ears were filled with the sound of fireworks going off. Elijah had lit them up outside for Abigail. I took a deep breath, turned around, and gathered all my belongings—wedding photos included. I then crouched in a tight corner of the garden and burned all that junk in a heap.

I would not let the tragedy of my past life repeat itself. Back then, during Liam's mom's birthday party, Liam had been drugged with an aphrodisiac. He searched desperately for someone else but found no one. I accidentally stumbled into his room, and in my confusion, we ended up… together. The crowd that burst in saw everything, branding me as a shameless woman without a shred of dignity. From that day on, Liam despised me, convinced I had been the one to drug him. No matter how many times I explained, he dismissed it as lies.

Because no matter how hard I tried to think, I couldn't remember why I had ever fallen in love with Jonathan in the first place. Everything about us—I had forgotten it all. I spent the entire night tossing and turning in pain, enduring until the next day, when the noise outside finally began. And then, the system voice I had been waiting for rang out. "Host, welcome home. Friendly reminder: the moment of death will be very painful." I smiled. "It's fine. I'm not afraid of pain." The next second, my head exploded with agony. I opened my mouth but couldn't draw in air. The intense suffocation made me writhe on the bed like a fish pulled from water, desperate and gasping.

Sebastian Morrison was the most famous fireworks designer in the world. We'd been together for seven years, and countless times, I'd hinted that I wanted a fireworks show that belonged only to me. Every time, he just ruffled my hair. "Next time it's your birthday," he'd say, "I'll design you the most beautiful one yet." The night of my birthday, I rushed to the beach, my heart full of anticipation. Instead, I found Sebastian standing under a sky full of fireworks, his arms wrapped around Victoria Grey. The fireworks burst over the water, dazzling, like a dream. Just not one that belonged to me. I stood frozen at the edge of the crowd. Someone nearby laughed and said, "I heard this des