Forever And For Always Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Forever and always.” Forever and always. I was going to hold him to that.

My home. Forever. ----- **THE END**

Unbreakable. Forever.

Until his final day. That day, clarity returned. He gave one final instruction for his epitaph. "To the only one I have ever loved, may we meet again in the next life." What he didn't know was that, at nearly the same moment, Harper was lying in bed too. She was surrounded by the man she loved, and generations of children and grandchildren. "Grandma, do you have anything you'd like to say?" She looked at Christopher, who had stood by her side for sixty years.

How he always supported her and took care of her. How he showered his love on her... Then he left for Dubai and returned after nine years... He became Sultan, the ruthless Mafia man!! But still, his love wasn't faded away. She always felt his emotions for her which she blinded before. He has never changed neither his emotions. Then what was the thing between them that was changed? "You are the one who Allah sent for me. I'll never let you go even if you wanted to go away from me. and mind it when I say...ILL NEVER LET YOU GO!''

she countered. " Am I the target...." I couldn't finish my statement when she pulled the trigger, I closed my eyes waiting for the pain but instead of pain an explosion shook my apartment, my eyes flew open only to see her laughing, red flower petals were raining down on me, messing up my room, I looked up on time to see something dropping from the chandelier, that was never in my room before, " will you do me the honor of being my forever?" Was writing on the banner with red ink.

“I love you too, Ava Santos. Always and forever.” “Always and forever.” And in a house filled with love and laughter and the promise of tomorrow, that was enough. That was everything. .THE END.

Inside this room, we were unbreakable. "Always and forever?" I asked, raising my glass. Mathias clinked his empty glass against mine. Tate placed her good hand over ours. "Always and forever," they said. [END OF BOOK 2]

I doubt death changed his methods much. I read it a fourth time anyway, at my desk, with the city going dark orange outside my window and my father's old shipping charts still bolted to the wall behind me because I've never gotten around to taking them down. Thirty days. One marriage. One year, uninterrupted, or the whole empire slides sideways into the cousin's lap. It's the kind of clause a sentimental old man writes when he's dying and wants a story out of his granddaughter's life instead of a balance sheet. It's also, if I'm being honest with myself, the kind of gift I have not been handed in a very long time.