Forever Series Novels & Stories

Claire whispered with a soft smile as tears welled up in her eyes, "I'm scared. I'm afraid to think that my life will always be this happy." "You will always be happy, I promise," Alex replied earnestly. "Do you promise never to leave me? I'm too afraid of losing you. My worst nightmares are when you leave me alone. I don't know what to do without you." Claire sobbed, causing Alex to stop playing and turn to embrace her. "Claire," Alex whispered softly, feeling the warmth of Claire's body. "I promise never to leave you. I promise I will always be here for you." Alex took a deep breath and gathered the courage to continue, "Until death do us part."

After all, can't have the werewolf population outgrow the human one. And they all lived Happily Forever After. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~

Georgie's eyes get really wide and I can hear her hearth going crazy. "So I guess it all comes down to," I take a breath and look at Cain again, he's just dumbstruck, "Are you willing to share her forever?" "What the fuck are we talking about here, with that 'forever' word?" he asks, irritating me. God, I can't believe I'm propositioning this and willingly putting myself up to spending FOREVER next to someone who's so annoying. And I meant forever as in for ever, the only fucking meaning of the word, "How does that work, I mean?"

Damien’s pov I've read the will three times before Sera Calloway even answers my text, which tells you something about the state of Okafor's office — either the man has the world's leakiest paralegal, or he wanted this clause to reach the right ears fast. I have a guess which. Edmund Calloway spent thirty years making sure the right information found the right people at the right moment. I doubt death changed his methods much.

“Forever.” As the city lights twinkled beyond the windows, Alexander Voss held his forbidden little pet close, already planning their future—more dangerous games, deeper claims, and a life built on the deliciously taboo love they had forged.

Still loving. "Forever starts now," Julian said. "Forever starts now," I agreed. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. The house was full of noise and chaos and love. James looked at me. "Mommy?" "Yes, James?" "Are we going to be together forever?" I looked at Julian. I looked at Lily. I looked at Damian. Chloe. My mother. Simone. Charlie. Princess. Baxter. "Yes, James," I said. "We are." "Why?"

My brain scrambles, completely unable to process what’s happening. “I knew it was fake when we began. I know it was bound by rules and signatures on paper. But I don't want a contract anymore, Jade. I don't want a timeline. I want something real between us. I don't want any of us to walk away when this ends. I need you in my life. I want forever. With you.” A hot tear slips down my cheek, catching the candlelight. Forever. the word echoes in my mind. How can I give him forever when my own clock is ticking down to zero? How can I promise him a future when I don't even know if I'll still be alive in three months' time?

Their bond, their love, and the promise of forever. “You know,” she murmured, “all of this… it’s more than I ever imagined. Not the city, not the world… but this. Us.” The immortal chuckled softly, brushing a kiss against her temple. “I know. And I’ll spend the rest of eternity proving it to you. That we… are unstoppable together.” Seraphine lifted her face, catching his gaze. The energy between them flared, silver and gold threads weaving invisibly, not as a weapon, but as a living symbol of their unity. “Always,” she said, her voice steady, full of certainty.

The tiny, folded slip of paper , Ethan Grant’s phone number , had become my personal religion. For fourteen agonizing days, it had lived tucked deep inside the stitching of my uniform apron, a burning coal against my skin. Two weeks. I had survived two weeks of perfect silence, two weeks of scrubbing floors and polishing secrets, pretending the warm pressure of his lips on my cheek had been nothing but a fever dream.

“I am eating a cupcake, my precious princess. Your handsome uncle will take one, thank you!” “Come on, Zuhair. Let us team up and destroy Zephyr!” Their voices echoed through the living room, loud, chaotic, familiar. Every laugh, every tease, every silly comment filled the house with life. I watched them all for a moment, my chest tightening with a warm kind of happiness that felt too big for my own body. I know we will never drift apart. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not in the years to come. We will stay close, support one another, argue, tease, grow, laugh, and get older together. This is a kind of forever that feels real. A forever that feels earned.