Never Again Novels & Stories

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."

"Hit me, kill me—I won't fight back. But I can't watch you walk straight into hell. I remember everything now. Elodie's death wasn't on you. I was wrong. I'm sorry..." He grabbed my arm. "We can start over. It's not too late! I was given another shot so I could fix things with you!" I stared at him, nothing but pity in my eyes. "You came back and the first thing you did was ask my dad to marry Elodie. We've made that mistake once. Why repeat it?" He dropped to his knees, spilling apologies. Said he'd loved me once but kept telling himself Elodie was the one. "I couldn't face that I'd betrayed her... and then seeing you with her—Vivienne, I couldn't stop hating you. By the time I realized it

Whatever it was, I wasn’t ready. Eventually, though, the buzzing stopped, leaving a deafening silence in its wake. For a moment, I thought I might finally get some peace, but then it started again. This time, it was my mother’s name flashing on the screen. I stared at it, my finger hovering over the "decline" button. When the calls stopped again, they were quickly replaced by notifications. I finally grabbed the phone, hoping to silence it, but my eyes caught a glimpse of Amy’s name among the messages.

His heart. One by blood. One by fate. All by love. He pressed his forehead to hers, eyes fluttering shut. No more sirens. No more war. Just this— A life remade. A family reborn from ashes and rain. And the quiet, sacred promise: Never again.

But every time I saw it, something inside me hurt, like a little stab to the heart. After all, he was someone I'd loved so deeply for a long, long time. Sometimes, waking up at night, I'd feel a mix of sadness and stubbornness. But then I'd remember the awful things Nathan had said behind my back, and my heart would freeze over again. We went a whole month without speaking. It was the longest silence we'd ever had. Travel and friends were the best medicine. Slowly, I survived the worst of it. The craving, the missing, the disappointment—it all started fading.

"Oh thank goodness you're finally here, Trevor! This weasel is trying to blackmail me to get seven thousand five hundred dollars from me! Sack her immediately!" That surprised me. Did they know each other? Trevor looked at me and frowned. "Don't worry, Aunty. I'll take care of it." I was shocked. They were relatives! That explained why he had always been supporting Cecilia. I could not help but smile when I thought of that. "Mr. Scott, are you going to be a mediator?" "Jessica, sign this settlement agreement if you still want to stay in the company." "So I get slapped for nothing?" I pointed at my face. "I've done a medical examination. I am still dizzy, nauseous, and have a concussion. I'll

I was confident she would rather never see Minnie again. Minnie and I watched silently as Christian pulled out his phone and dialed my number. Eloise had thrown away my SIM card and phone long ago. No matter how many times he called, the result would be the same. How could a dead person answer the phone? When the call went unanswered, Christian furiously began typing a text to me. Christian: [Rachel, bring Minnie back immediately! Do you think I won't find her if you take her away? Try me. I'll make sure you never see her again!]

he says, and that makes it all clear to me, I will never take it again. "Then I will never use it again!" I say and take the last of my tea, by now I love the taste and feel almost sad it's gone. Both of them sit in silence and look at each other, now I know they know more than they are telling me! " Just tell me what's going on!" I say and sit back in my seat with my arms crossed over my chest. It takes a long moment of silence before Michael speaks up since Emma doesn't say a word.

As I packed, I found that the house was covered in all sorts of sticky notes, like the ones that I'd find everywhere in high school. The one on the couch read, "Don't be a couch potato. Remember to get up and exercise!" The one on the fridge read, "Eat less food that is high in sodium and spice! To protect your heart, you mustn't drink either!" Above the drawer, the sticky note said, "I've prepared the anti-rejection medication that you need to take daily. Remember to take it with you." Then, there was another one on the wardrobe… These sticky notes were all over the house.

Ever. And as the car moved through the night, I whispered the words to myself like a promise. This time, I meant them. Never again.