Never Grow Old Book Novels & Stories

“You think I am old? Age is just a number. I still believe I am young. You never know, I might even outlive you.” Shiva’s face tensed a little. He looked down, avoiding the old man’s eyes. They stepped out of the store, filled with their own thoughts, and ambled in opposite directions towards their homes. Shiva carried a short-stories collection in his backpack from the shop. Mr. Ben had told him he could take any book from the shop to read. He planned to read it to his sister at night. She loved stories, especially those with happy endings. She loved to imagine herself as a character in those stories and live the happy lives vicariously. This was the only pleasure Shiva could give her – for

The mighty moon watched over us, a silent witness to our love and the promises of a future filled with joy and endless possibilities. __________ Dear readers, What an amazing journey this has been! A whole year ago, I embarked on the adventure of writing this novel, and alongside the resilient Nesta, I have witnessed myself grow and let go of the fears that once bound me. It's been a transformative experience, and I couldn't be more grateful for your support throughout.

you couldn't have used me. My mind goes blank and I get up. Upturning everything in the room.... throwing aside lamps and folders...., pulling open the drawers... throwing out all the papers... searching for just one thing. Through my teary vision, I pull out my favourite book. And upturn it. Shaking it, to only have the letter drop from it. Gulping, I pick up the white paper in my bloody hands and open it one last time again. Having finally understood it. Old has to be forgotten to bring in new.

She tried to ignore it at first, but as the months wore on, she could no longer deny the truth – she was growing old, and her body was beginning to show it. Poppy became increasingly desperate, turning to ever more extreme methods of indulgence in an attempt to recapture the youth and vitality of her youth. She drank until she was sick, ate until she could barely move, and subjected her body to all manner of depraved acts, hoping to find some fleeting moment of pleasure in the midst of her decay. But it was no use. No matter how much she indulged, Poppy could not escape the inexorable march of time, and as her body continued to fail her, she found herself growing more and more bitter, more a

“I learned from Darius.” From several feet away, Darius called, “I heard that.” Onyx smiled. Luna did too. Something ordinary had returned between them. She had missed it. Silas appeared, carrying the ancient book. Luna immediately frowned. “No.” He stopped. “I haven’t said anything.” “You’re carrying the book.” “Yes.” “That usually means something terrible has happened.” “Not this time.” Darius joined them. “I don’t believe you.” Silas opened the book. The final message remained: THE OLD AGE IS COMPLETE. NOW DECIDE WHAT REPLACES IT. But underneath, something had changed. There was no new prophecy. No warning. No countdown. Only blank pages. Hundreds of them.

He was crying but without any sound. He wanted to stole it back, but he knew he was nothing compared to him. He was a lot bigger and stronger compared to the guy. Thus, he pleaded instead, “Please, give it back to me. It was a gift, I promise to not read it, just give it back to me.” “I don't care if this is a gift or what, and you don't need to promise anything because you will never read again.” The old one looked at him with a sinister gaze, “I will make sure that every book that you will hold will burn.”

Something that did not involve power, or demons, or expectations I did not understand. Carefully, I opened the book. The pages were aged, their edges softened with time, the ink slightly faded but still clear enough to read. The scent of it was faint but comforting, something old and steady, untouched by everything that had changed around me. My eyes moved across the words slowly at first, taking in the details of herbs I had never seen before, their properties described in careful, deliberate writing. There were notes on elixirs, on how different combinations could heal, soothe, strengthen, or restore.

I wonder what this love will be like in years to come. I hope we overcome every single obstacle. I want to grow old with him ...I want to be together for ever. ~END. ______ THANKS SO MUCH FOR YOUR GEMS, GIFTS, AND SUPPORT. I am still growing as an author, so please support my next book. THANKS AGAIN 🙏 If you enjoyed this, you would love CEO PLUS-SIZE CRUSH DO WE NEED BOOK 2 ‼️⚠️? ....not a separate book just continuing from here after a break.

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match Book Two: The Green Dawn Chapter 217: The Council Divided No one spoke. The blank book rested at the center of the stone table. Its single sentence glowed softly. "No ending has the right to forbid a new beginning." The words seemed alive. Not demanding agreement. Simply asking to be considered. The old man folded his hands. "For ages..." "We believed every story needed someone to close its final page." His eyes wandered around the circle.

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK