Happily Never After Novels & Stories

Jax laughed loudly and everyone bursted into laughter, it was amazing to see my family bonding, this is the best happily ever after I have ever witnessed. THE END

She was right, I hadn’t gotten over what the bastards had done to me. A year ago my life had been a beautiful dream. I had just gotten my dream job and my fiancé Vince and I, were planning our wedding. Everything was going great and I was the happiest person in the state. Then the night before my wedding, it all went wrong. That evening Anna, Kayla, some of my other friends, and I were at the Sweet Hotel, having a bachelorette party to celebrate my last night of singleness. “Let’s have a toast to the future Mrs. Gale.” Kayla giggled raising her glass.

her mother smoothly said, and gave me an assuring smile. I turned around quickly and leave because I felt something that is not right. I felt...pity. I felt...guilt. I felt...loved. Ever since my mother died I never wanted to feel anything but right after her mother smiled at me, a longing for family is kicking inside me. Now, I miss Mom. To be continued...

"And you, Helen Munoz, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" "I do!" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother wiping tears with a smile. Bernard and Sally also gave their heartfelt blessings. "This is great. He finally got the love he deserves." Jack, acting as best man, cheered loudly from below. "Kiss her!" I smiled and kissed the most important person in my life. Later, we had a daughter. With love and career both flourishing, my life finally felt complete.

His eyes were sunken. He looked at me and moved his lips slightly. "Naomi, could you give me one more chance?" I shook my head. "Timothy. Live your life, and don't come looking for me again." Tears trickled down his cheeks, one drop after another. I didn't say anything else. I turned around and walked away. Several months later, I received a text message. The number was unfamiliar. There was only one sentence. [Naomi, I'm sorry. I can't repay what I owe you in this lifetime. Maybe in the next one.]

Over the coming years the group became amazingly close and had become strong firm friends. They pretty much did everything together, they had just had a fabulous holiday last year. The eight of them were inseparable. Recently they had all gone down to Salisbury, the town Lucy and Richard had both moved from.

The moment I finished tidying up the house, the system's notification chimed. "Fran, you'll be going home in five days," it said. Tears began streaming down my cheeks again. I forced a smile and whispered, "Alright... Thank you." For a second, I thought I heard the system sigh. The next thing I knew, my ears were filled with the sound of fireworks going off. Elijah had lit them up outside for Abigail. I took a deep breath, turned around, and gathered all my belongings—wedding photos included. I then crouched in a tight corner of the garden and burned all that junk in a heap.

I draped her pancakes with honey and dropped it on the table right in front of her, serving it with a glass of milk, after which I went back to the kitchen and had mine with a cup of hot chocolate. No one was at the hospital when I got there, and luckily for me, I brought a book along, so I sat right beside the bed and started reading the book. The book was “ My Father's Wish” by Bellaboy, a touching story of how a young man, Hunter, was set up by his late father's will to marry his middle school bully, Hazel, just so that he; Hunter, could claim his inheritance.

"Happiness isn't about how much money you have." "That's just an excuse poor people make," Charles sneered. "With me, Sophia gets to wear fancy Chanel dresses, sparkling Bulgari jewelry, and carry stylish Hermès bags. We spend our summers on sunny Zyrene beaches and our winters skiing in the Aldren Peaks. What can you offer her? Scratchy clothes and tough steaks?" The words stung, and I glanced at Brandon, worried he might crumble. However, he just smiled and asked, "If Sophia's so wonderful, why did you hurt her before?"

For one brief second, hope returned to his face. “Really?” “Yes,” I said. “But I will never go back to you.” The light in his eyes went out. “Aria…” “Forgiveness is not another chance. It only means I’m done carrying you with me.” He stood there without moving. Outside the hall, winter sunlight fell across the steps. I took a breath, and for the first time in a long while, it did not hurt. A man in a charcoal coat waited near the car. He had dark curls, green eyes, and a calm smile that carried no pity.