Forever Series Novels & Stories

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

I don't know how Felix found out, but on the fifth day, Lacey deleted all those posts from her feed. Then I got a text from a number I didn't recognize. [Why won't you let go?] As if I were the one refusing to let go. I smiled helplessly, but I also knew it was time to have a proper ending with Felix. I sent him a message, seriously asking if we could sit down and talk. He replied several hours later. [I have a business trip these next few days. We'll talk when I'm back, sweetheart!]

Her hand rested possessively on his arm, and right there on her finger was a diamond ring. A larger one than mine–could you believe that? My chest tightened so painfully I thought something inside me had snapped. “This…” I whispered; shaking my head, “this must be old.” Adrian was still silent. “Maybe it's from before,” I continued desperately. “Maybe—” “That's enough, Elena. As you can see clearly that photo was taken ten minutes ago.” His calm voice cut straight through my denial. The room suddenly felt colder. “Ten minutes ago…” I repeated.

But in the universe of the Republic, the adventure was just beginning. ​Kaelen and Julian stood on the balcony, watching as the stars of Andromeda and Triangulum twinkled in the clean, clear sky. They weren't just survivors. They weren't just rebels. ​They were the Architects of Forever. ​And as the final word was written in the "Archive of Whispers," the world didn't end in fire or ice. ​It ended in a Bloom. The silence that followed the Spire’s final note was not empty; it was Full.

"Stop messing around, Milton. You pursued me for three years, and we lived together for seven. Ten years is a long time. I know you're angry because of my mistake. I really know I was wrong." As she spoke, she put on a deeply affectionate expression. "You spent three years making me fall for you, so I'll do the same for ten years, until you forgive me. My love for you is real. I'll love you forever!" Listening to her promises right in front of me made my stomach churn with disgust. Maybe someone else could forgive her. Maybe someone else would still give her a chance after she carried another man's child. But that person would never be me. "I said this before. If either of us chose betrayal,

“And we have so much to do before then. College, careers, finding that perfect piece of land for our little house. But I want you to know, with absolute certainty, that I’m not going anywhere. You are it for me. You’re the ‘forever’ I’ve been looking for.” The word, “forever,” resonated deep within me, a bell tolling with joyous certainty. He wasn't just saying he loved me; he was saying he saw a lifetime with me. He was promising me a future, a shared destiny, painted with the colors of our shared dreams.

Endlessly. Until we could not. Until survival— Failed. Until— Everything ended. Badly. Tragically. Inevitably. The Ashford way. The only way. The— Forever way. Marcus. Always Marcus. Forever— Marcus.

It was the taste of a future built entirely in the light. "Forever," Victor murmured against my mouth, a dark, resonant vow that vibrated straight through my soul. "Forever," I echoed, closing my eyes and surrendering completely to the dizzying, beautiful reality of our shared eternity.

I asked hitting his chest. "Because baby, I'll assure you for as much as you need me to. I'll love you on days when it's easy. I'll love you even more on days when it's hard. I'll love you forever. I'm yours. Now and Forever. "

He gazes deeply into those intoxicating hazel eyes and asks, “Are you ready for a lifetime of this? I already know I am, but I have to make sure you 100 percent want all this inside you.” Tippa eyes slowly canvas up and down his naked body with her eyes full of licentious innocence. “More sure than anything,” she whispers. “This is forever. That’s all I can give you, is forever. I’m never leaving in the morning or evening.” “So, you’re saying that forever is just that? Forever? “Yeah, I can only give you forever, starting tonight.” Tippa doesn’t even hesitate. “Then I’ll take forever.” Ross fingers reach for the front clasp of another bra, they have a slight tremble to them. His heart is wil