Hooked A Never After Novels & Stories

On the day of our family trip, I woke up early, only to be shocked to find the house completely empty. While I was still wondering what was going on, a message from my younger sister, Cynthia, popped up in the family group chat. "Oh no, I forgot to tell everyone in this group that the departure time had been moved up!" The next second, the message was recalled. As I stared blankly at the now-empty chat, I felt my eyes sting. At that moment, I realized they had another family group chat—one that did not include me. While I was still in a daze, Mom called. "I'm sorry, Yesenia. We moved the departure time up by an hour and forgot to tell you. Hurry and get a cab over here. Maybe you can

“Okay.” The rest of the night went on without incident. We watched the bands and hung out with our friends. Z and I hung out and talked a little bit throughout the night, but mostly did our own thing. Once the last band finished, we were all finishing up our drinks and planning on what to do after. Hannah had shown up about 30 minutes into the first bands set. I had noticed her hanging around or all over Z a few times tonight. I tried not to think much of it, but I could barely contain my eyerolls at her overly friendly behavior. “You are heading home Ash?”

Dante held me as if I might vanish, but I no longer had the strength to push him away. Professor Shaw came to my side. “Aria, can you hear me?” I looked at her through the blur. “My baby…” Her expression changed, but her voice stayed steady. “We’re taking you to the institute medical center now.” As they lifted me onto the stretcher, Dante tried to follow. Professor Shaw stopped him with one look. “You had your chance to protect her.” The last thing I saw before darkness took me was Dante standing in the hall, covered in my blood, while the wedding ring box lay open at his feet.

After I died, the system didn't take me home right away. Instead, it left me floating in midair to watch the show unfold. Not long after my death, Heidi called Jonathan and Sam over. Jonathan was still dressed in his elegant tailcoat, yet he no longer cared about appearances. He dropped to his knees in front of me, trembling as he reached out to check my breath. Then he pulled my body into his arms and burst into loud, broken sobs. "Honey! How could you just die like this… You weren't lying to me after all…"

I instantly dropped my thoughts, I lost my senses and all I knew was that I ran until I was outside, where I met a scene that wracked my heart in the worst way. “Alessandro!” Eduardo snapped me out of the trance my soul was about to fall into. This is the type of situation I grew up thinking I would never be in, but after I experienced something similar during the last moments that led to my mother’s death, I begged myself to never feel such a painful thing again. But here I am, with my eyes glued on Carrie, whose peaceful state was scary enough to drag my legs off the porch. So, I hurried down, and with every form of insane emotions flowing within my soul, I met up with Eduardo and Frank, w

Only after hearing I was stable did he finally relax. After a while, I asked, “Where is Matteo?” “He was cremated. Coincidentally, after the fire at the villa was extinguished, it somehow reignited later. There was nothing left.” I stared blankly for a moment and just let out a soft acknowledgment. Then, I took off the ring Matteo had once given me again and casually threw it into the trash. Matteo, if there is a next life, may we never meet again.

It was complete heaven. "We did it, Dimitri." "We did what, Roza?" He sounded curious and slightly confused. I lay my head against his chest and closed my eyes, chuckling. "We got our happily ever after." ***** We're officially finished with this story, everybody! Once again, I'd like to thank the people who read, reviewed, followed, and favorited Happily Ever After. It means the world to me, and I hope you guys continue enjoying my work and being amazing. Tell me your thoughts about the epilogue and overall story in a review!

He cut him off, making his point clear. “Yes sir.” the boy hung up. The girl smirked when she realized that Castiel Reed's soft heart had melted. “Where are they, Alicia?” he asked impassively.

Brandon's voice broke the silence, "When I came to, the drugs should've knocked me out for hours. The moment I opened my eyes, Noelle was right by my side. Man, it gave me quite the jolt. "And how is she still standing? With her heart condition and all those extra shifts she's pulled this month, she should've been a wreck seeing me 'dead'." Aria chuckled mockingly. "That woman doesn't care about you. If she did, she wouldn't have just stood there without batting an eyelash." I smirked at their words. In my previous life, Oswin had actually gotten sick from their little game and ended up dying of pure rage. However, this time around, I was given a second shot at life. I would never fall for t

Being the sober guy in a crowd of drunks sucked. “I don’t get off on sloppy lays.” That was the truth. Drunken hookups did nothing for me. It was fine if we were both a bit tipsy, but the second one of us passed into drunk, my dick lost interest. When I was a sophomore in high school, I’d had a friend who’d gone to a party and gotten drunk for the first time. She hadn’t been sober enough to consent, and some asshole senior had taken advantage of her. Seeing her pain, hearing what she’d gone through, and being there for her during the aftermath had only reinforced my already rock-solid resolve to never be that guy.