Ever Ever After Novels & Stories

Just a few posts down, he saw a similar ad, this time reading: EVER AFTER WEDDINGS: MAKING PRINCESSES’ DREAMS COME TRUE He scrolled for several minutes. Every other ad seemed to be for Ever After Weddings and contained the same message, that Ever After Weddings was the go-to wedding planner for princesses. He checked Lisa’s other social media apps and her mobile browser, to the same results.

It wasn't always that perfect, but their love for each other as a family outweighed all odds. They lived happily ever after. Forever and ever, and always. ******** THE END ********

Damien did not chase her. Not physically. But she knew he would come. Because Damien Hale did not lose. And he did not forgive betrayal. As the city lights blurred in her vision, tears slid down her cheeks, but she didn’t look back. Tonight, she reclaimed her life. Or what was left of it. And somewhere deep in the shadows behind her, a promise formed a dark, bitter, unyielding instinct. Damien wouldn’t let her go. Not without a war. ****** The rain followed Elara like a curse.

But the moment he came home, he would lean close to me, whispering in my ear, as intimate as ever. Everyone said he loved me to the bone. He still seemed to love me deeply. Yet no matter how hard I tried, I could no longer touch his heart. Seeing that I said nothing, Jonathan affectionately pinched my cheek. "Don't want to go to Peach Blossom Park? Then we can go somewhere else." I gazed into his eyes and caught the faintest ripple. "Peach Blossom Park is fine." The day after tomorrow, I would be leaving. That park was where we had fallen in love. I hoped it could also become the place that held our final, beautiful memory.

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.

B & E Ever After Copyright © 2019 by Linda Kage This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book—except in the case of brief quotations in reviews—may be used, reproduced, or translated without written permission of the author. Contact Information: linda@lindakage.com

Her eyes fell shut and she tilted her head forward slightly. Slowly, she pressed her lips to Harris’s, she couldn't deny it anymore. Immediately, she felt his lips press back eagerly. Their tongues met, dancing together and exploring each other’s mouths. A feeling Sarah had never known rushed through her, making her dizzy. For the first time, Sarah felt alive and happy.

The old radio fell silent, and Everwood returned to a semblance of normalcy. As the friends stood in the now-quiet town square, they acknowledged the scars etched into their lives by the supernatural. Yet, with a newfound resilience, they embraced the uncertainties that lingered in the shadows, knowing that the Upside Realms would forever be a part of Everwood's tapestry.

Not even the girl herself. And this—this was everything she’d never dared to dream of, and more. This was perfect. This was achingly beautiful. This was her—my—happily ever after. THE END

Inside was a faded photo of Natalie, age five, grinning with a missing tooth. She held it out. Natalie didn’t take it. But she looked at it. Really looked. Then she walked back into the shelter, not saying another word. Meekey stood alone in the alley, hands shaking, the cold air slicing through her. She didn’t know what would happen next. But for the first time in fourteen years, it didn’t feel like the end. It felt like a beginning.