Hooked A Never After Novels & Stories

It's our fifth year together, and I accompany my fiance, Theo Montague, to see the aurora he has always yearned to see. Fortune favors us that night as vivid green lights stretch across the snow-covered plain. He wraps his arms around me from behind and suddenly murmurs, "It's beautiful. Too bad we're still one step short of perfect." I freeze for a moment and ask him what we're missing. He doesn't answer, and I don't press him, either. After all, I've heard this phrase far too many times. When I go to great lengths to get him the out-of-print book he has his sights on for ages, he sighs. "We're still one step short of perfect." When we move into our beautifully furnished house and f

There was more and more of it. I called his name repeatedly, but he never answered. When I looked up, I saw Esther sitting in the passenger seat of his car through the window. She was looking at me through the window too. She saw me falling down the stairs, me lying on the ground, and the blood pooling around me. Yet she never warned Timothy. She simply watched. She then smiled and rolled up the car window. Once their car was gone, I dragged my bleeding body toward the front door. I clawed into the grout lines between the tiles until my nails broke.

She looked down Robert hooked his fingers under her chin and lifted her face to look into her eyes; he signed with relief and the love he had felt for her since they finished school. He pulled her closer and leaned down to kiss her. The passion that they had both been holding in for each other spilling out through their lips. The chemistry they had was magical. It took their breath away, no one would ever be able to explain the feelings they shared. They broke apart, both breathless. He put his arm around her as the carried-on walking Lucy and James were now out of sight, so they just slowly walked in the direction of Lucys house. They knew they would catch up soon enough.

As my vision blurred, and I felt myself nearing death in the body I had sculpted, a sudden, frantic pounding of footsteps echoed through the hall. "Cathy!" Sebastian's voice. He lifted me out of the sculpture, concern etched deep in every movement. "It's okay. I'm here. I've got you. We're leaving." … Meanwhile, Theo had just finished soothing Hannah, yet an unreasoning irritation gnawed at him. He felt his punishment had been sufficient and was about to have someone release me. Then one of his men rushed in, clutching several reports, face pale and urgent. "Mr. Bennett, the anonymous donor who gave you a kidney after you escaped the kidnappers… We compared the records with Ms. Catherine Wol

It was the equity transfer agreement for Moretti Spices Company. On the last page, in the transferee’s column, was Sienna's name. I let out a bitter laugh. My father’s life’s work, so easily signed over to that woman. Before I could feel sad, the water stopped. The bathroom door opened, and I quickly hid the phone. Dominic walked out, bare-chested. "Not asleep yet?" he asked, heading for the wardrobe to get a robe. I stared at his left chest. The black thorns had completely swallowed the mark of my name, stark under the light.

And next to our name, carved in smaller letters, there was a line that said, "May we never meet again in the afterlife." This was my final punishment for them. I would never forgive them forever.

She was with her cousins, Jenna and Mae, who were both juniors and majoring in information technology. “Don’t you have a boyfriend?” Jenna asked me. I stared back at her. She didn’t even know me. “Ah, no.” She narrowed her eyes at me. Then she looked back at April. April merely shrugged. We arrived at the club. We were early so we were able to get a table. April’s cousins got us some cocktails. I drank. I didn’t care anymore. I wanted to let myself go. I was in the presence of girls anyway, so I was sure no one would take advantage of me. I just wanted to forget—about everything! And just right, I was drinking a cocktail called Amnesia.

My gut began to stir and roil. I forced myself to swallow the metallic tang. At the same time, I gently advised Oliver to never drink again. After all, I was about to die. Who would drink on his behalf then? As I spoke, I felt my stomach churn. Thus, I went to the bathroom. However, Ivy had never planned on letting Oliver off the hook. When I returned, I saw her raising a glass of wine to Oliver's lips. I raised my hand. Then, a ringing slap reverberated through the private room, followed by a deathly silence.

An hour before the fireworks show begins, Florian and I were seated side by side on the couch with the laptop in front of us. We were supposed to watch a horror film but ended up seeing a rom-com Korean show. It’s a pretty long season with almost ten episodes. I’m not sure if Florian was enjoying this kind of film but he didn’t complain anyway when I chose to play this one.

I knew Anne was a cold hearted bitch, but what shocked me more than anything was the phone call Emily told us she made to her henchman: “Robin, it’s Anne ... I need you to come over ... I don’t care that it’s the middle of the night ... Shut up and listen to me, you fool ... I need you to take a trip to the quarry ... Yes ... Tiara ... Bring something heavy to weigh down the body” It surprised us all that Emily could remember so much detail after all this time. I suppose those poignant moments in our lives seem to stick with us. Just like I know my father’s last minutes on this earth will stay with me forever.