Everafter Novels & Stories

She had long since made peace with the inevitable truth—Ashton was simply never destined to belong to her alone. It was then that Hester stepped in, saying, "I'm sorry, but Evermore Media currently doesn't meet the contractual standards we require, Ms. Langley." Evermore Media's standing was significantly inferior to that of Summit Media. There was no logical reason for Martha to join the virtually unknown Evermore Media, especially given Martha's skyrocketing popularity—unless Martha had lost her mind. Hester couldn't help but wonder what gave Sylvia the confidence to make such an offer to Martha.

He rasped. "Forever?" A small meek voice reached his ears and his eyes widened to the size of saucers. She was awake. There were tears in her eyes as she stared at him with expectant orbs. His eyes softened as a smile tugged on his lips. He wiped her tears away. Before sealing the pledge for eternity. "Forever." He affirmed, voice raspy. His lips landed on hers as they sealed their oath. Forever it is. *** A week passed. Which was filled with their desperate need and hunger for each other. There was not a single place in the house that he missed or where he didn't fucked her. Lounge. Kitchen. Shower. Pool. Where not?

How Ironic is it that I’m walking towards the man who’s testing how deep my love is for Evan? I love him so fucking much, more than I’m willing to admit to myself, and this is me acting on that love. On the end of the vast sea of vacant tables, in a secluded luxury resort called Perfect Oasis, Nate sat occupying the farthest table with a smile on his lips. Engraved in frosted glass is the word ‘Reserved’ written in cursive writings in each booth I walked by.

Selene’s violet glow illuminated the plaza, her spectral form serene, her wisdom a steady guide. Lucas leaned against a stone pillar, his grin wide, his trust an unshakable anchor. Bryan’s glow pulsed brightly, his hope a vibrant thread weaving through the air, binding the village. The weavers’ threads, Sereth, Verath, Vorath, Sylvara, Caleth, Elyra, Aethra, Null, Auris, Veridias, Omnis, Nihil, Eternis, Liora, Verith, Vynia, hummed in the nexus, their voices a soft song: “You are our eternity.” Her mother’s spark within her glowed, its final whisper: “You’ve woven forever, Jessica.” The nexus star’s light pulsed, a call to rest, their mission complete, their love the heart of all creation.

he rustled. “Lyra,” I said. “She’s not gone. She’s… scheduled.” Vanilla’s starlit eyes deepened. He produced a data-crystal, thinner and more complex than any he’d brought before. “I have been cross-referencing the Cartographers’ logs with… less official travel manifests. There are rumors. Of a place not on any map. A resort.” “A resort?” Lina scoffed. “She’s trapped at a cosmic spa?” “The ‘Eternal Repose,’” Vanilla said, his voice dropping. “It is a myth. A sanctuary for beings of pure narrative energy who have… earned a rest. But it is exclusive. By invitation only. The ultimate retirement community.”

I have to call someone. 'Mind link, Elsei. You were just with the Beta.' Vesper is on edge, pushing to the surface in case I must shift. My eyes glaze over as I push on the link, aiming to find Beta Ander. We had just been in contact, so it should not be too hard. "Beta Ander. It is called Omega Elesi. There is a body at the waterfall." I know it reacted to him, but he isn't responding.

“We’re inside a quantum-stasis loop. We can get out, but we’ll need an anchor point outside of your mind, Evryn.” Her heart thudded. An anchor? “There’s... something,” she said slowly, standing. She turned to the largest tree on the hill. It was bent slightly, its bark silver-etched, its roots spread like arteries down the slope. And carved in its trunk, weathered by time, were three letters: E.V.E. Elara froze. “You carved that?” Evryn nodded, barely breathing. “When I was five. Before they took me.” Kai stepped up. “Then this is your anchor.”

It’s been five years, yet he still looks uncannily similar to when we were still in our teens. “Why is he here?” I whispered to Maximillian as my gaze remained on the man standing beside my cousin. He was wearing a midnight blue tuxedo suit. The obvious fit is a hint that the suit was tailored to his liking. “Because he’s invited?” said Maximillian in a questioning tone. “That’s Mr. Nicholas Moretti. He is the owner of ELVs apparel, and chains of hotels and restaurants. He’s quite famous among the bachelorettes in the business world. The man had a clean record for dating gossips,” she filled me in like a true gossiper. Though I know she’s only doing her job.

Alex was going to be there, so, of course, she was hoping to make him drool. Sarah was nervous about her gift. The bracelet Angel had given her was so special. She wanted her gift to be just as special. Angel wasn't one for flashy jewelry, but she felt this called for something special. She'd picked out a simple silver chain and had it engraved. Forever Yours ~ Sarah.

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.