Forever Novels & Stories

“Of course I will. I’ll always help you. Keep you safe. As safe as I can, anyway. I’ll be by your side forever.” “Forever,” she repeated and swallowed. “Until the end of time. For as long as we have.”

I start to come back down, but just being in his arms, having him completely surround me, is enough to make me feel like I am on top of the world. Braxton moves beside me, brushing my hair back from my face and kisses me gently. “I love you so much, Julia,” he says. “I love you, too,” I tell him, meaning it with all of my heart. “I want you with me here forever. Please, tell me you’ll stay. Forever.” “I will,” I say, meaning it. “I’m yours. Forever.”

Aria pov "You're mine now, Aria," he murmured, his warm breath ghosting against my ear, sending a thrilling shiver down my spine. The intimacy in his words curled around me like a snake, constricting, stifling. "Forever and always." I instinctively recoiled, a wave of revulsion crashing over me like icy water. Each resonant syllable echoed in my mind with an unsettling finality, turning the promise 'forever and always' into a grim proclamation, conjuring agonizing visions of endless torment that I could hardly bear to envision.

Relationship between absence and presence. Forever. Always. Eternally. That was Hope's legacy. That was beautiful. That was perfect. That was exactly right. Hope rested. Hope's legacy lived. Peace endured. Forever. Always. Eternally. Perfect.

My fiancé, Jim Smith, had always been the kind of older brother who spoiled his younger sister. Harriet Smith, his adopted sister, was the first person he thought of whenever anything happened. When the craze for seasonal drinks swept through town, he was quick to buy Harriet the first one of the season. When he bought his first car outright, he saved the passenger seat for her to try first. Even when a fire broke out in our house in the middle of the night, his first instinct was to rush into Harriet's room and carry her downstairs. Only after he knew she was safe did he call to wake me. After I was injured in that fire, I finally lost my temper and demanded that he choose between Harri

everything we will be, forever, for eternity, until the end of time, for everything we have, everything we don't have, everything we will have, if we want, if we dare, if we believe, if we hope, if we love." Lola looks at me, she looks at me with her big eyes that are hers, that are Marcus's, that are Viviane's, that are those of this family we are building, stone by stone, day after day, hope after hope, forgiveness after forgiveness, love after love, and she says to me, in a voice that is nothing more than a whisper, a voice that comes from somewhere inside her she had never explored, a child's voice, a voice that is afraid, a voice that is in pain, a voice

“Forever.” Liora’s response was a soft moan, her body pressing closer to Christen’s. The mark on her skin pulsed with a life of its own, a symbol of their union. In this moment, their connection deepened, transcending the physical and delving into something far more profound. It wasn’t just lust that bound them—it was love, devotion, and the unyielding strength of their bond.

Their arms tightened around me, their bodies trembling slightly; their warmth a comforting counterpoint to the lingering chill in my heart. “I love you,” I whispered, the words catching in my throat. “Both of you.” They didn't hesitate. “We love you too, my lady,” Flora murmured, her voice thick. A single tear escaped Eliha's eye, tracing a shimmering path down her cheek, disappearing into the tangled curls at her collarbone. "Always," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "No matter what." In that moment, surrounded by their kindness and loyalty, I forgot about Claire. I forgot about the secret, the court, and the danger.

His future with Olivia wasn’t just an idea anymore—it was a reality, a beautiful, terrifying reality that he didn’t want to face alone. He took her hand, holding it between both of his, his fingers tracing the lines of her palm, as if memorizing the feeling of her skin. “Olivia, I don’t know what the future holds. But I know that I want to face it with you by my side. I want to make promises that I’ll keep, no matter what. And I want you to be my forever.” Her eyes widened, a mix of surprise and wonder filling them. "Ethan... what are you saying?"

"You seem to be forgetting something" "Which is?" He motioned to the door, "You have to open the door for me" "Really" "Yes" he nodded in all seriousness. "Dude, you seem to have forgotten something." She growled, "My job is to guard you not to be your servant. You can open your car yourself." "Well opening the car is also guarding me" he argued, his hands perfectly relaxed in his navy suit pants, she quirked an eyebrow in question