Later Novel Novels & Stories

But Lara did… and it hurt her more than what he did to her three years back. Since she was left alone by Christophe and Francine, she went off to explore after dinner, wandering through beautifully furnished and decorated reception rooms that were lifeless. Lara was delighted to come upon a library and, locating the English section, selected ‘Jane Eyre’, her favorite. She hadn’t read it for several years. But Charlotte Brontë failed her for the very first time. Lara found it impossible to concentrate. Standing up again, she cast the book aside and stepped through the curtains to open the French windows that featured in virtually every room. She walked along the terrace. As Lara passed by ope

, she chuckled. "Good girl", I laughed and looked at the book. "Ammm… which class is this?", I behaved like an idiot. "What?", she threw me a strong glare as if I was asking the name of the president of my country. "The thing is…", I mumbled. "You know I'm always late for the class. So, I have always missed the class" "Haha. It's sociology", she laughed, resting her chin on her palm. "Oh!", I turned back and checked inside my bag. Heck! I haven't bought anything. My bag was full of cola, drinks, perfume and protein shake.

Chapter 17 Hannah's POV The bass was thumping through the floorboards of Sarah’s Salcedo condo long before I even stepped off the elevator. When the doors opened, the hallway smelled like a mix of expensive perfume and cheap pizza—the universal scent of a Friday night well spent. ​Inside, the transformation was complete. The "12th Floor Survivors" had officially shed their corporate skins. Ties were tied around foreheads, heels were kicked into a corner, and the air was thick with the kind of laughter that only happens when the boss isn't around.

On the way to the station, I had Colin pull up Gideon's background. Cloudemont Retreat? Funded by Linda's family. The guy was living off his wife. Still in the car, I'd sent her the recording of Gideon and Winnie. Linda spotted Gideon curled up in the corner and Winnie on the floor. "So this is it? You shameless homewrecker! Spending my money, living in my house, and now you pull this?"

He told me to stop overthinking. Now he finally knew to consider my feelings. Too late. Even though he came home late, he would leave early the next morning, only leaving behind a freshly made breakfast on the table. It was almost like he did not want to give me a chance to speak. Of course, Lacey was not idle either. Her social media posts told a very different story. Even though the scenes were exactly the same, the angles she used somehow made it look like she and Felix were alone together in the office.

There is still time. Her grandfather stood up, looked at her: “Some stories end, while others just begin.” “True,” she replied. “The story of my youth, ended with the guardian.” “What happened later?” “We won the war with Irmir.” “Irmir?” He looked at her, thought for a moment: “I knew. I forgot something.” “What?” “Postar is only a region of Irmir.” “So, it was only a prelude?” “Yes.” “How did you meet grandmother?” “It is a story for another time.”

I don't expect a happily ever after, there will always be a lot of Afters to our imperfect love but I pray for the strength to keep getting through it. Remembering the Nova that told me to fuck off back in highschool, she happens to still be the same but more matured and I have learnt to love that crazy part of her. I wish all of you lovers out there a Maybe Ever After! The Nordan Story AFTER! by PLEASYMATT ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ The End. Please don't skip the next chapter, it's worth it, I assure you.

But I no longer had the heart to stay and admire the scenery. On the journey back, the wind poured into my collar, cold enough to chill me to the bone. And somewhere behind me, that gravestone had already faded from sight.

"Those are just minor issues. Please don't be too concerned about them, Grandpa. With the way things are now, no one will dare to wage war recklessly." Mason shook his head. "Child, the country next to ours, Carathia, has been developing quite well recently. They keep trying to overtake us. "If they weren't secretly supporting smaller countries like Beloria, a minor country like Beloria wouldn't dare take action." Olivia mused, "Carathia? I remember that they got a new leader five years ago. The leader who had taken over was the youngest in history." "He may look young, but he has quite the ambition."

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.