Forever Is Composed Of Nows Ao3 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

You're not missing anything. Although, there was a tiny spoiler or two included in the specials. One star ratings can't be deleted therefore if you have any questions, please email me or dm me before giving one star. There will be a third book! The name of it will be Forever My Alpha. It will tie up all loose ends: Aurora, Selene, Sapphire, Valkon & his partner(s), mate bonds, blood ties, the rogue, the dreams, and Kennedi. Please don't hesitate to contact my professional email! I'll always reply. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them and I'll reply to them. (Email or comments).

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Bitterly forever. THE END.

Ryan's photographs captured the essence of fleeting moments, reminding others to embrace the beauty of the present. Together Forever was not just a love story, but a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, the transformative power of art, and the enduring impact of a love that transcends time. It was a tale of two souls who, through their shared dreams and unwavering love, had discovered the true essence of life—to live fully, love deeply, and embrace the beauty of each passing moment.

“Not just patch the cracks. Not just survive. We need to rise.” Maria looked at her. “Rise from what?” Celeste’s eyes were steady. “From fire. From fracture. From everything we’ve lost.” Maria closed her journal. “Then we need a pact.” Celeste tilted her head. “A pact?” Maria nodded. “Something that binds us. Something that reminds us why we began.” They called it The Phoenix Pact.

Complete. Forever. ~~~~~~ Guys, don't leave without reading the last note. It is important 😊

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.

Even though I couldn't have her, it was enough that I could glance at her from a distance. Yet later, I gradually realized that Luna seemed like a fine choice, too. She was attentive and dynamic. She never threw a tantrum and even did everything by herself in the decoration of our new house. At night, she lay on my shoulder and thought of our future lives. She told me that judging by how this year was the ninth year she had loved me, it proved that our relationship could last forever.

Then, he panicked, reaching out to wipe them away. "Mabel, Mabel, don't cry… I'll make it up to you. I'll buy you a hundred bracelets, necklaces, whatever you want, okay? Just don't be sad." I turned my head to avoid his touch. "Terrence, I don't want to see you again. I've already given you ten years of my life. Can't you just let me go?" This time, when I walked away, he didn't try to stop me. He just stood there, murmuring quietly to himself, "It wasn't supposed to be like this… not in our last life…"

This notebook was the reason the men were coming. "Be brave, my warrior," my mother murmured, pulling me into a fierce, suffocating hug. "Protect your brother. Don't you freeze on me." The pressure of her expectation was a crushing weight. I looked at Kian, sleeping peacefully, and whispered, "I won't. I promise." I slid the notebook into the waistband of my trousers, tucked tight against my skin. Then, the world ended. A sound, not of the neighborhood, but of metal shearing metal — the violent, sickening noise of our front gate being ripped from its hinges.