Nevermore Novels & Stories

Like rainy and cold days, horror movies and drawing destroyed landscapes instead of beautiful things. But when my life completely changed, I was eighteen. I lived with my grandmother forever, I never felt rejected or inferior to anyone. Some people even considered me antisocial, for having only two friends, Olivia and João. But I didn't care, those two were worth more than the entire school and neighborhood.

No sound of traffic, no distant hum of technology, nothing but a stillness that made her feel like she was walking through a forgotten graveyard. She looked around, her heart beating faster as the realization sank in: this was **Nyxterra**. The place she had only heard whispered rumors about, a world where lost memories supposedly went to die. It was said that those who wandered too far into the shadows of Nyxterra rarely came back. The city itself was a labyrinth of half-formed structures, their outlines blurred as though they were fading in and out of existence, forgotten by time and memory.

Group hug it is. Finally !

Eleanor said to Charlie completely ignoring Leon who was staring at her. "It worked!" Charlie squealed, making Finn smack him on the head. "Keep your volume low dumb hat!" "Sorry!" Charlie muttered as Caleb immediately searched the file and finally took one before placing all the files back in and closing the safe locking it. "What's the orphanage name?" She asked. "Angel guardian home." He replied with a smile and a soft smile appeared on her face. Did she do right? Yes! Her conscience replied. So many kids will not lose the roof from their heads. She trusts Caleb and his gang on this and only the lord knows why. Maybe because of the fact that they look and behave like jokers rather than ki

ever again. ***********

The solid floor beneath me felt as if it instantly collapsed and melted, transforming into bottomless, icy, and bone-chilling quicksand. I am being silently and irresistibly swallowed and sunk by this quicksand, falling straight down into an abyss with no light, no echo, and only boundless cold. My world completely plunged into darkness. “Bleiz!” “Quick, call a healer!” ... Overnight, my family produced another new joke. Yesterday, I left my mate behind at the mate bond ceremony, and today I’m desperately trying to get rid of my mate. My room is already a complete mess. I’ve smashed everything that could be smashed to pieces.

This love remained undiminished by her contempt. He left the room in the end, while Mia sought refuge on her bed, trembling at the thought of his return. He returned to the bar, unleashing the full force of his anger, the fury and the helplessness of feeling less than a stranger, feeling used. He destroyed everything in his path, sowing fear in the hearts of those who witnessed his rampage. He shattered objects as if they were the very man who had stolen the heart of the only woman he had ever loved – the only woman he had accepted as his, even though she never truly was.

Please get home Aria I am really worried about you. Why aren't you answering your phone? Pick up my calls Ari. I am coming over right now. Oh no! I can't come because I got a text from my mom, she isn't feeling well so I have to go see her. I will probably be home late so please be there when I get back. The door opened and Aiden walked in. "Hey, you are awake?" "Yeah." I said looking around the room for Axel. "He is not here." Aiden said and I looked at him confused.

"Mira, this is my second warning. For the next while, behave yourself. Otherwise, next time, the cigarette lands on your face." She shoved me away and burst into tears. "I'm going to the hospital tomorrow to tell Grandpa what you did." "No need," I said coldly. "You do not deserve to see him." Because she would never see him again. Just minutes earlier, I had received the message. Grandpa was gone. As the founder of the Whitmore Group, his death was not something we could announce casually. There were family matters, business arrangements, and funeral procedures to handle. For the next three days, I prepared his private funeral while working day and night at the company.

“What about you?” “Me?” “Are you done for the night, or did that make you horny?” “Not done,” I said, warmth filling my cheeks. Dario reached for the hem of my blouse and pulled it over my head. “Good.” The next morning, our new foursome—Miguel, Armando, Camila, and I—went to Emerald Club. Dario assured me that everything would be all right, despite his talk of taking over and worries from within. To say I was nervous was an understatement. It didn’t help that Dario called me as we were on our way.