Never Before Ever After Novels & Stories

"Wow. It's true—you can really rock any style if you're good-looking. Liv, you look so cool!" Everly's next order of business was to hurry to the supermarket and buy some gender-neutral clothes for Olivia to match the new middle-part pixie cut. Their new styles attracted lots of attention when they walked down the streets later in the day. When night fell, Everly took a selfie with Olivia by a storefront and uploaded it to her Instagram. The post was captioned: "Reborn." She also splurged on a fancy steak dinner with Olivia. It was something she had wanted to devour for a long time. The nice meal put a smile on her face.

but I am proud of it. It was their journey, ahad and izzah's journey. After many obstacles in their life, they are now happy. Their were many obstacles their was heartbreaks, tears, sadness, pain and loss but they have each other, they have their families and they don't need anyone. THEY LIVED CRAZILY EVER AFTER....... THE END ————————————— I hope you guys liked the epilogue. Signing off...... ~Zaveria akhtar

Something is wrong. Girl 1: Anyway, I don't believe any of your stories, he is a wise man. Well, she reads my mind. Girl 2: I am going to have fun with him, you just keep watching. Girl 1: Okey, we wait for that. The two girls leave the restroom but one of them, sure the girl 2, says to herself looking at the mirror: " I'll never forget what you have done for my father two years ago, I'll make you pay for it Eric Finn. It's time to be done before any one reveals the truth." Then, she leaves too.

Three years after faking my death, Adrian Shaw and our son found me. I fought to get away from them. I cried. I struggled. I told them I'd rather die than go back. Then my seven-year-old son put his hand on my mother's ventilator. Adrian stood beside him, and his voice shook when he said it. "Mia, you pick. "Either your mother suffocates in that bed, or you're Mrs. Shaw again." I was shaking so hard I could barely stand up. But I didn't have a choice. I signed the papers and married him a second time. When I walked back into that house, I became the perfect wife and the perfect mother. Whenever my adopted sister Nina was upset and needed Adrian with her, I never called him — not

He had just registered for first grade. He never got to shoulder the schoolbag I had sewn for him. He never got to greet his new classmates and teachers. He never got to tell Flint that his dream was to protect the nation—just like his father. I closed my eyes and let the tears stream down, soaking the schoolbag in my hands. On it was the name I had embroidered myself: Caleb Dumpsey. The sight tore something open inside me, and I broke down in sobs I could no longer hold back.