Hooked A Never After Novels & Stories

By the time the event ended, torrential rain was pouring outside. A black Maybach was parked beneath the shadows of a nearby tree, with the rear window lowered halfway. Corleone sat inside, dressed in a black suit. In his hand, he tightly held the diamond ring I had thrown out the window years ago, the one he had later recovered. His face was lean and worn by time. Through the curtain of rain, his gaze remained fixed on the nobleman who was holding an umbrella over my head, attentively escorting me toward the waiting car ahead.

I just wanted to take my parents' urns back home—my real home. Abigail grabbed my hand and glared at me hatefully. "You know, if you'd just died, things wouldn't be so difficult for me and Eli. Why do you keep trying to get his attention?" I frowned and tried to pull my hand away, but she gripped it tightly. She hissed, "I can make Eli completely disgusted with you right now!" Just as Elijah walked toward us carrying two urns, Abigail grabbed my hand and slammed it hard against her stomach. I watched helplessly as she punctured a blood pack she'd prepared earlier and began screaming while clutching her unharmed belly.

Then, I hung up without listening to Serena's shocked exclamations on the other end. I had just filled the bathtub with hot water when my phone buzzed with another notification. It seemed that I just could not get a moment's peace. I grabbed my phone irritably and realized it was the home surveillance system. Lucian and Esme had just walked in together. Was he really that eager? I had barely left, and Lucian was already bringing her home. I lay in the bathtub and watched the video with amusement. Lucian seemed drunk, and Esme was dragging his stumbling form to the couch. He was slurring loudly, "Mushroom soup! Mushroom soup!"

With one casual look and one unexpected collision, he’d simply walked right through it. He left soon after, receiving a whispered, urgent phone call about an "associate" that pulled him away from the wreckage. Before he strode out, his eyes found mine one last time, a complicated, searching look that felt like a secret handshake. Then he was gone, and the silence rushed back in, now feeling less like safety and more like a vacuum.

Three more weeks to go, I thought as sleep claimed me. … I hadn’t been one to care for the news, but when… the housekeeper turned on the TV the next day… I couldn’t resist being engrossed, as the name being mentioned was… Austin Hook. I remained frozen in shock, as I read the headline. “Austin Hook, all-star criminal defense attorney, meets a major road block in his career… is this the end?” I exchanged a look with Lydia, who was as astonished as I was. But what happened exactly?

I whisper. After a while she nods and begins smiling as if nothing happened. I walk back to my seat. "So where were we? Right yes, how did you guys meet?" She asks. "Jules what the hell was that about?" "Yeah, blondy, do you know David or something?" Just as she was about to reply, a guy walks up. He had all black hair that was gelled back, but a little messy. He also had on the same kind of suit as Michael. When he sees me he greets me with a big hug like I had known him forever.

They lingered behind us, and every two seconds, I would turn back and look to see if they were keeping up with us. "Oh, let them be, stop being such a worry wort, they're fine, nothing can happen to them." Abigail linked her arm in mine. "Don't think you can get out of this discussion about how you and Alex hooked up, I want all the deets." It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her we hadn't hooked up, but just as I opened my mouth to negate it, I closed it, because that's exactly what Alex and I had done. We had hooked up severally with no promise of any strings attached. No promise of tomorrow nor sticking together, come what may. We were just coasting and it hurt me to my bone marrow whe

He knew that it was bad. The mechanism had been activated. He wanted to escape. However, the mechanism did not give him any time to react. He only heard the sound of a gust of wind coming from above his head. A huge iron hook whizzed over. Immediately after, it pierced through his heart and hung him under the moonlight. The huge iron hook emitted a cold light and dripped blood. This scene was too sudden. The netizens did not even have the time to react. “Oh my god. He hung it up straight away.”

"What kind of activity?" "A phone registered under a false identity has contacted Ava Hayes three times." Silence stretched between them. Julian leaned back, his gaze fixated on the city skyline. "Find out who’s behind it." He hung up. The game had changed, and he hated being the last one to know the new rules. That evening, Ava locked the salon and headed to her car. She told herself she was overreacting, but her hands were shaking as she gripped the wheel. The drive home felt like a gauntlet. Her phone rang.

Then he left. I stared at the cup of hot chocolate for a few seconds before returning to work. As far as I was concerned, that was the end of it. I didn’t know that before leaving, Mike had taken a picture of the drink and posted it on his I*******m Story. The picture only showed the cup with the inside of the bank in the background. The caption read: Some things never change. I didn’t know about the story. I didn’t even think about Mike after he left.