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She quickly went back inside, feeling a sharp pain she couldn’t explain. “Babe, come on, let’s go to the bedroom and continue this. I’m a little tipsy.” Gabriel carried Jennifer to their room, laid her on the bed, and kissed her again. She responded eagerly. He took off her top and bottom, kissed her passionately, his hands and lips exploring her body until he finally entered her. They both grew exhausted and eventually fell asleep.

I really appreciate everything. Well, I have good news and bad news.. The bad news is that this book, HAPPY FOREVER AFTER has ended. And the good news that I have other amazing books for you to read. So you get to enjoy another round of romance and adventure with me.. Lol. Well, the name of this new book is ALWAYS BEEN YOU and if you liked HAPPY FOREVER AFTER, trust me, you'll like this one too.. I also have other books - HER BODYGUARD SILENT DESIRES

It was complete heaven. "We did it, Dimitri." "We did what, Roza?" He sounded curious and slightly confused. I lay my head against his chest and closed my eyes, chuckling. "We got our happily ever after." ***** We're officially finished with this story, everybody! Once again, I'd like to thank the people who read, reviewed, followed, and favorited Happily Ever After. It means the world to me, and I hope you guys continue enjoying my work and being amazing. Tell me your thoughts about the epilogue and overall story in a review!

Fine, I was lying to myself. Well, I could try his strategy, which was obviously going to cost a lot of money. Changing the covers wasn’t a little task; the books were already printed. “What could the new title be?” I had gone through a lot of difficulties coming up with the title ‘Under The Sunset With Mr. Right,’ and honestly, I couldn’t come up with something else that could match the content of my book. “The illusion of happily ever after,” Liam stated, and I frowned at him; he really was trying to rub this in my face that everything I wrote was just my illusion and not a reality.

"Writers write." She told Yetunde what the second book was. The particular shape of it — the after, the remaining, the continuing of the becoming. Yetunde listened with the quality of attention she brought to things she was interested in. When Adaeze finished there was a pause. "It's better than the first one," Yetunde said. Adaeze looked at the pages on the screen. "You haven't read it," she said. "I don't need to," Yetunde said. "The first book was about surviving something. The second book is about what you do with yourself after the surviving. The second book is what the first book was building toward without knowing it. That's always the better book."

She persisted. "You're right," Dove said and she passed another book to her. While doing so, Eira's fingertips slightly brushed against her arms and an electric impulse traveled through her arm, causing her to jerk away. For a second, Eira found herself transported to the Centaurus forest but she wasn't being chased by any beast. In front of her eyes stood a building similar to Carter's Mansion but this one was a ruin. Haunting, it hid behind thick branches of trees and Eira heard whispers ringing in her ears.

Seems like they want to make fun of me so I decided to finish my coffee faster and ask them to our first destination. The Family History Library. You see why I am in this place called Las Vegas? Because once upon a time, when I am so desperate to see Arianne and was in a very broken state because of her betrayal, I acted impulsive and reckless. I get to be with a girl I never know that much, fucked her all day and marry her at nightime.

She wrote until there wasn't a fairy tale lie she couldn't expose anymore. "The End," she wrote at the last page of her novel. Cathedra climbed atop her desk chair and hung a noose over the beams. She tied a knot firmly, making sure it was strong enough to fulfill its purpose. She slipped the knot over her head. She jumped and kicked the chair off. For a few minutes she struggled and fought for breath, the way humans were normally programmed to do. For a few minutes, she had enough time to reflect on her short-lived life.

She just HAD to be! As he watched Faidh sleep, Heath thought about how different things would be for the world, now that he had found Eve. Humanity wouldn't die out. Heath was beginning work on his PHD in Biophysics in Nineteen Eighty-Five, when he met May-Ellen Reardon. She was a Math Major who believed the world would end through a new world war. She watched every newscast she could find. She subscribed to numerous newspapers. She spent hours at the grocery store magazine racks. Any hint of conflict anywhere in the world reaffirmed her suspicions. Heath would patiently listen to her daily comments of, "see, I told you it was coming," or, "This is going to be so so bad. They're just gonna w

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