Never I Have Ever Novels & Stories

"Not a dream? This isn't a dream? This isn't going to disappear?" "Not a dream. This is real. This is us. This is forever. This is everything. This is all I've ever wanted. This is all I've ever needed. This is all I'll ever want. This is all I'll ever need. This is all I'll ever have. This is all I'll ever be."

No accusations. No anger. Just a letter. It was handwritten. My hands trembled as I opened it, half-expecting the past to rush back in and swallow me whole. But it didn’t. *I don’t know if you’ll ever read this. I don’t know if you’ll ever forgive me. I don’t even know if you’re the same person anymore. But I am not the man I was. I spent years hating myself for what I did to you. I went to therapy. I learned what control really was.

She whimpered underneath me. "I...unh...I've never...uh...done this for...for anyone else. I never...felt...safe...enough...oh fuck that's so deep. I wouldn't...even do doggie...oh fuck, thats my..."

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.

‍​ E​ver‍y​ q​ues​tion I’​d ever‍ had about him‍ —​ and abo​ut Stefan⁠. My world c‍o‌lla‍pse‍d.

she mumbled, glancing at her phone. Revansh hummed in agreement, but he made no move to leave from there. Instead, he watched her, as if committing every little detail of this moment to his memory, as if capturing her inside his blue orbs. And then, so softly she almost didn’t catch it, he said, “I wish I had met you earlier, Aarini.” he said it as if he spoke from the deepest part of his soul, as if a part of him really wished he had met her earlier.

Because sometimes the strongest thing you’ll ever do… Is nothing. No reply. No return. No relapsing into old patterns. Just walking away. Quietly. Softly. Completely.

Whatever has happened, whatever I have gone through to get to this point, I have promised myself to not begrudge and moan about the past, but instead, look forward to the life I have yet to live with my mate. This is all I can think about when I look at my mate. My mate. My mate. My mate. I don’t think I will ever be able to stop saying these words inside my head because they feel too good to be true. Sometimes, I feel like a teenager, who has just found his mate, but I can’t help how happy this fact makes me.

I moaned as you felt him push inside me, filling you up. "Ah !" I gasped and tried to close my legs. "Don't fight it," he whispered, his movements slow and deliberate. "It's weird; I have never done this before." " You've never had oral before?" Logan asked, his eyebrows furrowing in surprise. I shook my head, feeling a mix of nerves and embarrassment. "No, never," I admitted. "Then let me show you how good it can be," Logan said, grinning.

A place I’d never been back to since she passed away. “You only get one dad,” she says, her voice disappointed. “I know, they refused to return mine when I tried to exchange him for a better one.” I don’t know why I’m bothering. She just knows the amazing man who treats her like a daughter. Like everyone else, she’s never seen the rotten core of him. “That’s awful, Apollo.” I wave my index finger in a u-shape as if I’m conducting an invisible orchestra. “It’s the truth. You ever feel like you know someone, only to be totally wrong?” XXX