Life Is Still Going On Novels & Stories

No. But just like a normal human, I am constantly growing. My life hasn't finished yet. So much things hasn't happened to me yet. If I keep myself in my room, nothing will happen. I've had a fair amount of bad moments already. I lost my father. Everything became different. A whirlwind of uncertainty same in my life. But I have to wallow in that whirlwind to appreciate the next days. The better days that will come. I am not done. I am not finished. I am a work in progress.

“The hinge is sealed. The boundary holds. That means the rest of living starts now.” A ripple of movement passed through the wolves—nods, steady breaths, the subtle shift from surviving an event to continuing a life. Kieran squeezed my fingers once, then let go, though we stayed close enough for our shadows to touch. “You realize,” he said quietly, “this is the part no one ever writes songs about.” “The part where nothing explodes?” I asked. “The part where you wake up tomorrow and still have to live in the world you saved. You still have to decide what’s for breakfast. You still have to deal with the mud.”

I thought about the combined portfolio and the complementary market positions and the work that had been waiting while the reckoning had happened and that was now, quietly and without ceremony, resuming. Life continuing. The way it did. The way it always had. Not despite what had happened. Through it.

Someone is always patient. But we are still standing. We are still together. We are still fighting. We are still alive. That will have to be enough. It has to be. It is all we have.

“I know but this is not about the chasen, the chasen may be gone but there are still bad people out there and I don’t want any of them to hurt you.” “I know but that doesn’t mean I have to stay in here 24/7 like I'm part of the furniture. A lot has happened and it almost took everything away from us but it didn’t. We’re still alive, we're still here so let’s not let what happened keep us from living. Because we’re not living, especially me, it’s like I’m just existing and it sucks,” Molly said. “I know.” “Yeah so I know we’re both scared because we stand to lose way more now than before but life should still carry on. I mean shouldn’t that even be prompting us to live every day like it were

“Oh. Yes, she did, but…” “What?” “I’m just thinking…with everything that happened, do you still plan on going through with the ball?” “Yes, sweetheart, I am. There’s always something. There’s always a crisis that needs fixing, or a wolf that’s plotting to overthrow me, or an ambitious human skulking around, hoping to catch us shifting. We can’t cancel every time something like that happens and wait for it to pass, because it never does. We need to go on with life and have a bit of fun every so often.”

I tried to get out of the car, but it was still locked. “I just want you to know that—” Nesryn said without looking at me. “—your life hasn’t ended yet. As long as you can take your next breath and feel it in your lungs, you are alive.” I looked at her blankly. She let out a sigh, running her long nails through her hair. Nesryn looked right into my eyes.

“You hear me? You’re still going to know.” My knees weaken, but I don’t fall. I force myself to stay standing. Because he is still alive. Barely. But he is. And for now— That’s enough.

“Yeah. Hell of a way to ring it in.” The sound of another firework burst outside, louder this time. I leaned back, my head resting against the wall as I stared up at the ceiling. “This was supposed to be different,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “This was supposed to be the year we fixed everything. The year we finally got some peace. Instead, I’m sitting here, waiting to see if the only person I have left is going to live through the night.” Lucas sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We’re going to get through this, Callie. I don’t know how, but we will. I turned to look at him. “And if we don’t?”

This was about everything, our lives, our people, our very existence and it wasn’t just about surviving anymore. “Fabian! brace yourself,” I said, barely able to speak. “It’s just getting started