Neverending Story Novels & Stories

The nuns are running the orphanage, which house 80 children who are deaf and mute. Even though Mariya doesn't have a disability, the nuns still accepted her. Mother Superior told her that her biological mother came knocking at the orphanage, pregnant, and already in labor. Her mother gave birth to her inside the orphanage. But unfortunately, her mother passed away shortly. The nuns decided to take a look at the woman's bag and they found a diary. In one of the pages, it is said that the father of the baby is a Japanese businessman who's vacationing in the Philippines. They fell in love, and as their relationship progresses, they found out her pregnancy, and the Japanese man went back to his

“What do you want to do in our ten minutes, my princess?” “Tell me a story.” “Okay. I will tell you the story of the sad prince who met the happy fairy.” That was the story Amir told her every night, it spoke of how he fell in love with Samanta and how he had to fight the king to have him let them marry and how the prince had to fight a terrifying dragon that threatened with stealing his fairy. In time, the story got richer fiction, to the point there were giants and purple bunnies, characters that Aháva added to the storyline.

“A thing that walked beside you, behind you. A friend, if you will. Finally. Pushing you toward me. As if this building, this Eidolon, this infamous, beloved Eidolon, knew you had an unfinished story to tell.” “And that’s the thing about those who inch their way to me, Eidolon or no: their stories are never finished.” Ignoring the reaching hand flailing above her head, he paused at the gleaming pile of cast-off skin. “Your story, too, joining theirs, having an end without an end waiting to be told.” Again, and then again, the pages swallowed, those delicate, strong stitches now swallowing her neck and scraping her ears.

"Good morning, Ms. Ahri Hauntsen." Ahri smiled and replied, "Good morning children, today is my last day as your volunteer teacher. I have prepared a good story for you." The children clapped their hands while going back to their seats. Ahri opened the book entitled Peculiar Morass. She cleared her throat before starting to narrate. "Once upon a time there were two people who were cursed to hate each other. They are bound to be reincarnated again and again." "Why are they cursed, anyway?" The kid with a pigtail interrupted.

He kissed her picture. "I love you, baby," he mumbled. Looking at Nimueh in her casket. She's just like sleeping. *** "Papa? Does the heroine really have to die?" Aiden wanted to laugh. Miracle's face was frowning and tears were streaming down her cheeks. She still couldn't accept the ending of his story. Although she hated the story, it was her all-time favorite bedtime story. Especially when the time that the characters met the very first time. "Honestly; I don't know either, sweetheart. But that's the intended story of the Above for the two of them," he kindly explained. If her eyes could kill, he would have been dead by then.

⸻ But endings? ⸻ Endings defined reality. ⸻ Without an ending… A story could not exist. ⸻ 🌙 The Missing Future The Keeper slowly opened the book again. 📖 ⸻ The title still remained. ⸻ THE LAST STORY ⸻ The story of Ilyaan. ⸻ The story of reality. ⸻ The story currently unfolding. ⸻ Yet every page after the present moment remained blank. ⸻ Nothing. ⸻

"Then, one day, I was cleaning up his study and accidentally knocked over a wooden sculpture on his desk. He shoved me away and told me I wasn't allowed in there anymore. That was when I noticed the name 'Beatrice' carved into the base." By the time I finished, I couldn't stop crying. All these years, I never dared tell my parents any of it. I didn't want to worry them, and more than that, I was afraid they'd tell me to leave Declan. After all, I was the one who had shamelessly pursued him back then. And now, here I was, pouring my heart out to them about the same man. Wasn't that just proving them right all along? After listening to my story, my parents fell silent.

He grabbed Kelly and threw himself off the yacht, dragging her down into the ocean with him. They disappeared beneath the waves. … When the news reached me, I felt nothing. No anger, no sadness. Just an eerie sense of finality. It was, in the end, the perfect ending for Zarrick. I turned back to my assistant, unfazed. "Make sure everything is ready for our family vacation." My life was mine to live, and I intended to live it well. My parents—I would take care of them with everything I had. And my darling daughter, Alice—her future would be limitless. The End

Andera's pov. " The curse was broken and the beast transformed into a handsome prince. The prince and beauty got married in a grand ceremony, people gathered from far and wide to join their celebration, and they lived happily ever after the end." I closed the bedtime storybook with a soft thud, watching a small smile spread on Tiffany's lips. Her eyelids dropped, and she snuggled closer to me, her small body relaxing into mine. " This is my favorite bedtime story, mommy. " She mumbled.

Unity and harmony flourished, and the beings of different realms came together, forming friendships and alliances that transcended boundaries. One day, as the hero wandered through the bustling streets of The Enchanted Realm, they encountered a group of young beings gathered around a storyteller. The storyteller was regaling them with tales of the hero's epic journey, the battles fought, and the sacrifices made. The young beings listened with wide eyes, captivated by the tale. "And that, my dear young ones," the storyteller said with a flourish, "is the tale of the hero who embraced their destiny and brought light to the darkest corners of The Enchanted Realm and beyond."