Ever After High Novels & Stories

“Yeah. I had him in highschool, when I was barely fifteen. It’s a long crazy story. Forget me and tell me more about your ungrateful friend.” “No. I don’t want to talk about that asshole. I want to dance.” I said standing up. I felt dizzy and swayed, but Mike held me. His hands on my hips suddenly filled me with desire and I desperately wanted to make love to him. I needed hot, passionate sex to forget my pain. “You’ve had too much to drink,” he said and staggered a little. “And so have I. Driving is out. Let’s get rooms and sleep it off.”

Another barked. “ Calm down, I need to pass the messages across before that…” the MC spat. “ We don't care just say it!” Vicky yelled. “ Okay, okay…I will!” he paused, swallowed hard and then turned to the car. “ Veloxa E50 was produced by none other than Jayden Huxley!” The MC announced. Some guests stood up shocked while others screamed in jubilation. Jayden workers ran out from the crowd and headed to the contestants post where they pushed the other contestants aside and grabbed Jayden.

"Mabel, I owed you that one. I won't bother you again. I wish you happiness." Later, I heard that Terrence had fallen into heavy drinking. One day, he slipped and fell into the sea. His body was never recovered. However, that had nothing to do with me anymore. After my baby was born, I named her Felicity—a name that symbolized happiness and good fortune.

The "Happy Ever After" lasted exactly three minutes. The golden light of the eclipse had faded, leaving a crisp, silent night atop the High Peaks. Kieran was still holding me, his heart beating a steady rhythm against my ear, and Rowan was standing close enough for our shoulders to brush. For a heartbeat, it felt like the credits were rolling. Then, the world hiccupped.

Eight o'clock came, but Flint still hadn't appeared. I couldn't wait any longer. I ran straight to the base. But as soon as I stepped outside the compound, I saw fireworks blooming by the roadside. In the bitter cold of winter, their crackle and bang split the dark street. I was about to walk past when I heard Lucy's voice. "Flint, careful! Don't let the sparks hit Jesse!" She stood under a tree, her tone light and coy. Flint chuckled, struck a match, and lit Jesse's firework.

“I didn’t think anyone could look like that and then you go and prove me wrong.” I couldn’t help but smile no one had said something like that to me in forever. The club was a blur of neon lights, pulsing bass, and the sweet, burning sting of expensive tequila. It was a world of beautiful, careless people who moved with the confidence of those who never had to check over their shoulder. Ethan kept his arm draped firmly around my waist as we navigated the crowded VIP section. A group of his friends men who looked like younger, less weathered versions of the Mayor I greeted him with cheers.

I explained. “Hmm, I wasn’t. I was just pissed a lot of guys were eyeing on you,” he said in a low voice that sent shivers down my spine. I bit my lower lip trying to stop myself from smiling. “Really? I didn’t see them,” I said, sounding sleepy. He chuckled, “You should sleep now, good night,” he said. “Hmm, good night,” I said and ended the call. - Wearing a black tube top, black high waist shorts and a pair of flop-flops, I walked into the venue of our conference with Tanya, my assigned partner for this morning activity.

“You look beautiful.” “It’s showtime, people,” Eduardo added his input, and I giggled at his enthusiasm. I won’t lie, though. Even though I am not entirely informed about their plan, the fact that we were about to do something similar to what was done to Layla or even worse, made my heart dance with thrill. I find myself anticipating the outcome, and I think my baby shares my joy because a stir in my stomach followed my thoughts. Minutes after the paparazzi got countless pictures of the three of us, we headed inside and joined the party, which was a birthday bash slash charity event.

After breakfast, he returned my phone and allowed me to walk in the garden, though two Russo guards still followed me. The first thing I did was call Professor Shaw. “If the project still has a place for me,” I said, “I want to join.” There was a pause. Then she said, “Aria, I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” For the next few months, I stopped fighting Serena. She had Dante hire a private chef, a prenatal doctor, and a stylist for the wedding. I stayed in the old observation room and ate whatever the servants brought me. Even when she flaunted the jewelry and wedding gifts Dante gave her, I felt nothing.