Never Before Ever After Novels & Stories

He gripped my hand even tighter, and our next words flowed like a waterfall. There were moments when we cried. There were moments when we wanted to walk away. There were moments when we didn't even know if what we said made sense. But despite all that, we kept going. Because somewhere out there, Mother was listening. Mother was weeping too. ***** That's all folks! We have now reached the technical end! All that's left is an epilogue. It'll involve the wedding, coronation, and how everyone else's lives are going.

I noticed only the approaching, blinding light, and I closed my eyes, not wanting to witness my entry into the afterlife, if this indeed was heaven and I was truly gone. "Celeste!" I froze. My heart rate slowed. When I reopened my eyes, I was left speechless as Arik stood before me, swiftly removing the bomb strapped to my body along with the chains. I saw and heard him commanding his men to defuse the bomb outside, and I spotted the black Ford Raptor behind him, its high beams casting a brilliant glow. I wasn't dead. I was still here. "Oh, God. Fuck it!"

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The one wanted to see an animated movie while the other like to see a romance film. "That's enough," I chastised them. "Why don't we watch that?" I pointed at the horror poster instead. They both had a comical looks on their faces. "No way!" The girls chorused and I laughed out loud. In the end, we ended up seeing a comedy-action film. We enjoyed it anyway. I had a fun time with the girls. Regina dropped me off at the café after that. I waved good bye at them before stepping back inside the shop.

He fell silent for a moment before he finally said, “I’ll send someone to pick you up.” I choked back my tears and agreed. At dawn, just before boarding the plane, I took one last look at the photo of Matteo and me on my phone and deleted it. Matteo Cross, we would never see each other again.

The apartment smelled faintly of wine and polished wood when Jordan returned home from the arts center, the evening sun staining the walls a soft gold. She’d left the fundraiser planning meeting brimming with ideas and nervous energy, a sensation she hadn’t felt in months. Yet the thrill had barely settled when she stepped through the front door and found Jay waiting. He didn’t rise to greet her. Instead, he leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, expression carefully neutral. A glass of whiskey rested in his hand, amber liquid catching the light.

Over the coming years the group became amazingly close and had become strong firm friends. They pretty much did everything together, they had just had a fabulous holiday last year. The eight of them were inseparable. Recently they had all gone down to Salisbury, the town Lucy and Richard had both moved from.

Beyond the city, the institute waited: the lab, the project, the life I had once thought I would never live long enough to claim. I stepped forward.

"Every single person who's touched this strange story somehow, you, me, my mother, Priya, even Vanessa in her own complicated way, working her way toward something like peace with how things ended between us. I don't think any of us are quite the same people we were a year ago, and I'm grateful for that, even the parts that were genuinely painful to live through." "For the better, mostly," Everly said. "Definitely for the better." Nathaniel pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his voice dropping into something softer, more private. "One week, Everly. Then we get to spend the rest of our lives finding out what comes next, together, whatever it turns out to be, crisis or calm or, hopefully,

She rolled her eyes but put the gun on its stand. ‘It is unloaded, and the safety is on. It isn’t my first time holding a gun.’ She said, reaching for the MRE packets and reading them. I went to the small bathroom and checked the faucet and lo and behold there was running water still. Alice came to see when she heard the sound of water. ‘What is that place?’ She signed her eyes wide with wonder and excitement. I chuckled. “I think this place belonged to one of those survivalists, but I guess he wasn’t living in this world anymore.” Alice hummed and went back to the supply room.