Never Again Novels & Stories

"Never fucking again." He would never touch me again. I would never let him close enough to do this to me again. I was done. I was so fucking done that the word *done* didn't even begin to cover what I was feeling because there wasn't a word in any language for this specific kind of finished.

Never again. Never again would she suffer alone. Because as long as I breathed… No one was taking my girl away from me. And no one... Absolutely no one is touching my family.

Forever forward. Forever fighting. Forever refusing to surrender. That was the legacy. That was the mission. That was everything. And it would not die without the greatest battle they could give. Not now. Not ever. Never.

I knew what this feeling did to my best friends and I don't want this feeling kill me I will never talk to Calla ever again.. I will avoid it her starting from this second

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.

As soon as she stepped into the room, Megan ran over and threw her arms around her, holding her tightly as if afraid she might disappear. Justine could sense her fear and anxiety. She stroked her hair gently and made a quiet promise. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be here." "Okay." Megan's voice was muffled but firm. Noah never came by again after that, though word got around that he had opened a new grocery store nearby with prices so low it felt more like he was running a charity than a business. Justine didn't look into it. Frankly, she didn't care to.

I admitted it without hesitation. "But I don't want to spend the rest of my life trapped in that hatred. I want to start over. I want to leave the past behind and forget all about you." I looked at Gideon and said softly, "Gideon, please don't come back. I'm begging you." … After that day, Gideon never came back. My life, which he had thrown into chaos, finally returned to normal. Even Benjamin seemed to be in much better spirits.

"I thought... I thought I’d never see you a-again." "Hush now," Samantha murmured softly, her fingers gently tapping Kathleen's back in a rhythm that seemed to soothe and steady her. "I'm here now," she continued, her voice lowering in a deliberate pause. The tapping ceased, and a silence hung in the air, thick with unspoken weight. After a beat, she spoke again, her words deliberate, almost measured. "I'll never leave you again."

“Leave my apartment and never set your foot here again. Next time we cross paths which we will, that thing better be erased., do you understand?” ***

And I realized I liked that gaze very much—and the person behind it even more. I started the car again. In the rearview mirror, Samantha finally picked up the shredded ticket and limped away into the street corner. Snow began to fall. Celine turned on the heater, and soft Christmas music played through the car speakers. I pressed the accelerator, watching her face glow gently in the snowlight, and suddenly understood—true rebirth is not revenge, but learning how to plant flowers in the ruins. This time, I could finally say it without hesitation. Goodbye. And never again.