Never After Series Novels & Stories

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.

The ammonia was suddenly just ammonia again , biting, sterile, and entirely unhelpful. I was kneeling on the marble floor of the conservatory, my hands steady, clearing the last shards of glass from the broken bottle of lemon polish. I felt nauseous, not from the chemical scent, but from the recent, sickening proximity of Ethan Grant.

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.

Just stay tuned! Adrian's party will happen before Dimitri's family's ball. Will Lissa ever apologize to Christian? Should Rose have listened to her father's warning, and was he even telling the whole truth? Until next time...

She doesn't deserve to be called Grandma. The news had reached the media that Nathan Crest was injured so production has been postponed still he is better. The crew went back to LA which means I have no use here. I should just get myself out of here too but yet. Knowing that Fiona killed my family made me wonder why she'd do that in the first place. When I got back the first thing I did was go to the cupboard to find the engravement on the wall. Prowfeci That was what I found. I didn't know how to spell properly at Six. But I knew what I meant.

He was drowning in debt. Paparazzi snapped him and Coraline moving back into their old place. Everyone who once worshipped him? Gone. Then came the fight. Vivian fell down the stairs—lost the baby. *** Later, Nathan brought me to the basement. I didn't get it at first. Until I saw her. Vivian. Tied up. Kneeling. He was giving me the final say. My revenge.

Moments later Richard and Nicola strolled into the flat. It had been a week since Richard walked away from his flat, He had waited around the corner and watched Nicola leave and then he returned to his own flat. He had not wanted to be with her at that moment and to be honest he knew he didn’t want to be with her at all. He was distant with Nicola, no one knew why, Nicola knew she had upset him, but she kept trying. “Hi guys,” Emma Jumped up as they came in seemingly glad of the interruption “Come sit down, Robert Coffee” Robert threw his arms up but dutifully went to make the coffee.

Then, I hung up without listening to Serena's shocked exclamations on the other end. I had just filled the bathtub with hot water when my phone buzzed with another notification. It seemed that I just could not get a moment's peace. I grabbed my phone irritably and realized it was the home surveillance system. Lucian and Esme had just walked in together. Was he really that eager? I had barely left, and Lucian was already bringing her home. I lay in the bathtub and watched the video with amusement. Lucian seemed drunk, and Esme was dragging his stumbling form to the couch. He was slurring loudly, "Mushroom soup! Mushroom soup!"

Life with Alessandro was the most amazing thing ever. It still is. But that amazingness faced a storm three months after I got my memories back. That storm lasted six months. I don’t want to recall it because I easily cry a lot these days, but with my entire soul, I am freaking glad that I didn't die in that storm. Because I almost did. Even Alessandro almost did. So, in terms of forgiving that man named Nine Edwards, it will never happen. He stole my right to have a normal life for a reason I still don’t, for the life of me, comprehend!