Never Say Never Novels & Stories

Henry shouted, "No! Yelena, I will never divorce you! And the child—why did you never tell me about it?" His voice trembled as he spoke. He was probably regretting it, but what was the use of regret? We could never go back. No matter how hard he tried, it was over. "I will never agree to a divorce!" Henry insisted. "Don't joke with me. This isn't funny at all." So, he thought I was joking.

I was never destined to be a hero. I have never had any romantic notions about wars, fighting, or bringing glory to one’s pack by decimating rogues or any such idea. Nor do I understand people glorifying battles and wanting to fight in one, and enjoying the killing part. That being said, I’m not stupid. I know how important and prevalent wars are, especially in the werewolf world, where every wolf is territorial, crazy, and incensed by little slights.

“Why won’t I?” “First brother, my kids are off limits… your eccentricity will not be tolerated… I am not master…. I will not tolerate any mishaps…..and ….” Chris levelled his gaze with the older man, staring intently, his gaze filled with killing intent, gone was the mischief and playfulness from before “I never forgive… that word doesn’t exist in my world, this is my golden rule, the one thing you can never forget once you step into my world…” The older man smirked self derogatorily “Why should I??? Who is left to appreciate my eccentricity?”

I had no idea, but it scared me. Camila's message: "Well, take care". she mentioned attaching a smiley face. Message Camila: "Let me know if I interrupt at any time. she added. Message Leonardo: "You will never be a problem for me, but I will let you know anything". I mentioned. Message Leonardo: "Remember one thing, will you? I added. Message Camila: "What thing?". she asked. Message Leonardo: "You are beautiful, too beautiful". I answered attaching a little face in love and a couple of hearts. I had never done this kind of thing before and now I was doing it, I was feeling a little cheesy, if you could describe it that way.

"Never Have I Ever. You're in, Grace." Buzz Cut Guy raises his beer. "Rules are simple—say something you've never done. If you've done it, take a drink. No lying." Tristan, the guy with an arm wrapped possessively around Samantha, kicks off. He smirks, his eyes sweeping over the group. "Never have I ever... hooked up in a public place." The group snickers as several people take a sip, exchanging smirks and knowing glances. I try to keep my face neutral, willing myself to blend in.

An imaginary loud clang sounded on his head with the force he banged the door of that memory shut. Never think of her. Never ever think of her. If you ever want to keep your sanity close, never think of her, ever again.

"Why do you want me? we never meet and I don't know you? I have never seen you and I am so sure, you have never seen me too?" Anna said whole thinking everything happened in her life, she was too sure that she didn't see her not even once, she didn't even hear his name, she is not into any of this and never heard of any of those his name, even though, it was all over the newspaper,

she murmured smiling insinuatingly, "Have you ever heard of ‘never have I ever’? One of the people says something they have never done, and if the others did, they drink. But... I was thinking of doing the opposite.” "The opposite,” I repeated confused. She just nodded smiling before speaking. "We're going to call it ‘oh, I did it’ , for example, let's say you tell me you’ve been with three women at the same time, and obviously I will tell you that I haven’t, therefore, I’ll have to drink.” "Hmm...” “Deal?” She insisted, settling into the wall in front of me, just a few feet separating us. “Well...” "Great, I'll start,” she cut me off before smiling devilishly at me, "I got into a fight with

His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse as he said, "Thalia, if you could come back now, I'll pretend none of this happened and forgive you." "Oh, Damon, you should really see a psychiatrist." I brushed past him and turned to Zane. "This air in here stinks. Let's go somewhere else." Zane gave a quiet nod and replied in a deep, steady voice, "Sure."

Samantha said. “That’s exactly what I want too. I’ll explain everything to her properly. We shared a past, and I can’t just throw that away. But I’ll make things clear so we can all move on,” Gabriel promised. He then gently touched Samantha’s hair and said, “I promise, Samantha—I’ll marry you someday. You’re the last woman I’ll ever love, and I’ll never let you go again.”