Never After Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was dazed for a second, hardly believing what I was hearing. Charles did not say anything more. Instead, he snuck up behind me and gave me a little shove. I tripped forward, and the camera flashes were so bright that I could not open my eyes. A sharp pain zipped through my belly, and I felt something warm spreading underneath me. When I looked down, I saw my pants were all wet with blood. Everything around me started to fade to black. Right before I passed out, I heard Charles say with a sneer, "Not this again. Always playing the same old fainting game."

Because of my fragile health, my best friend, Eva, kept me on a tight leash growing up. She always told me, "Leah, you can't take risks." So for every date David and I planned, she had to test it out for me first. When the new roller coaster opened at the amusement park and she said it was too intense for my heart, David took her instead. After I booked a bed-and-breakfast by the ocean, Eva said the night breeze was too strong for me. So David spent the night there with her. I made reservations at a romantic couple's restaurant, only for her to say the menu might trigger an allergic reaction. That was why David took her to try it first. Every time they came back, Eva would look me in t

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…"

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.

“Right, that night, do you remember anything else happening?” “Um, I remember us thinking back to old stories, I think I blacked out after that.” “Are you sure that’s all?” “Yeah, I’m pretty sure. Is there something you want me to remember?” “No... no it’s nothing.” Disappointed that Aria lacks memories from that night, she sought to change the subject. “Oh, I’ve been dying to ask the whole night! What is the deal between you and Nelle?” though I would love to talk about the night from two years ago, I would much rather focus on the present. This whole Nelle situation has been very vague.

After circling another empty street, Dad pulled over and sat in silence with both hands on the steering wheel. "Call the police," Mom said at last. The words barely came out. Dad nodded and picked up his phone. Before he could dial, the screen lit up. The ringtone exploded through the quiet car, sharp enough to make the heart jump. Dad glanced at the unknown number and answered impatiently. "Hello?" I drifted closer and heard a calm male voice from the other end. "Are you Lily Bennett's parents? This is Mercy General Hospital."

Summer did not leave us all at once. It slipped away softly, like silk drawn from the fingers. If I close my eyes even now, I can still feel those days — golden and endless, humming with a secret no one else could hear. By daylight we were what we had always been. He was His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Roman Davenport of Avelaine. And I was Edith Wright — maid, unseen, obedient, small. We moved through corridors as though strangers. When he entered a room, I curtsied with the same precision I offered any noble. He addressed me with the same formal courtesy.

Of course," Alex replied, his voice heated. I watched them leave, my heart tangled with emotions. Alex had never cared about me or Ava. So, why now? As the door clicked shut, the silence in the home was oppressive. I slid myself onto the couch and relaxed back, the smooth fabric caressing over my arms. The cushion sagged beneath my weight, reflecting the heaviness in my chest. I closed my eyes, attempting to collect my thoughts, but Alex's abrupt presence stayed like an echo I couldn't drown out.

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

In the video, it was the anniversary of our fourth year of marriage. I smiled at the camera, gentle and content, and thanked him for all the care and patience he had shown me throughout our marriage. I also gave him the original design sketch for "Eternal Heart”, telling him that all of my feelings for him were written into that drawing. He smiled gently and told me that by our next anniversary, he would turn the sketch into a real piece and give it to me. At the end of the video, I smiled into the camera. "It's all over, Corleone. I wish you and Lilia happiness. From this day forward, we'll never see each other again."