Next To Never Novels & Stories

Since moving to Thetford last year, Lucy appreciated the slower pace of life—the friendly local pub known for its whitewashed walls and dark oak beams, and the calm, welcoming atmosphere made it an ideal place to relax. A small park was situated just behind them, where the sounds of several young men engaged in playful activity could be heard. Lucy glanced toward the commotion, discerning the outlines of three or four individuals. Turning her attention back to Emma, Lucy offered another smile, reflecting on the exceptional nature of their friendship. Emma consistently demonstrated unwavering support, readily available regardless of her own circumstances. Lucy then shifted her gaze back up to

“It’s going to be great. I’ve set everything up and I know that we’re going to have a blast.” “We can sure as hell try,” Violet shrugs. “I just don’t know if it’s going to be Livi’s scene.” “Maybe, maybe not. We’ll see when we get there,” Leona decides, moving on quickly as she requests they just start the game. “Which one are we playing?” Nadia hums. “How about Never Have I Ever?” she suggests, and Leona and Violet share a nod. “Sure,” they agree. “Livi?” Violet asks. “What do you think?”

--- Ozzie appears at the door with Neva beside him. This is new — not Ozzie appearing, which is ordinary, but the *beside him* quality of it. The particular proximity. Not touching — they are not people who will touch in public for a long time, I think, because both of them are the kind of person who means it when they do — but close in the specific way of two people who have decided they are in the same vicinity on purpose. Ozzie sees the blueprints under Rael's arm and says: "Is that the old quarter building?"

"We are going to pick up Nevaeh next. She is already waiting for us." We drove over to Nevaeh's house, picked her up, and then headed straight toward the warehouse district. I could hear the bass from the music. The air inside was thick. The flashing neon lights were blinding and didn't help mask the scent of sweat and alcohol. There were atleast a hundred people here. "Let's get drinks right now!" Nevaeh screamed at the top of her lungs so we could hear her over the massive speakers. "Yes! Lead the way!" Liam yelled back, grabbing my hand so we wouldn't get separated in the crowd.

“okay , how about this saturday. Because that's the only day off I got.'' I suggested it. “Cool then. See you at the school.” we said goodbye. And I reached the outskirts of our area. The rain had subsided down, however the fresh smell of the soil still lingered in the air. I rolled down my windows and inhaled deeply. The whole neighbourhood is quiet. I think they are all in their houses because of the rain. I was about to pass the big mansion on the street but stopped when I saw who was coming out of the house. It was Danzel. He sat on the bike that was in the driveway and spirited away. I didn't know he lived in this house. Was he some prince or something cause it's a really big house. I t

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“Lots of flies buzzing around beyond it, hmmm.” The twins, like spooked dogs, both looked about themselves at the trees in a slight panic, weapons aimed at everything. August looked away from the bloody moss. “What is with you two?” Decimus said, “We could be in a sacred nemeton.” Unconcerned, August prodded at the slab again. “So what? You suddenly fear a religion or faith not your own? So much for your faith in Diana.” Crispinus said, “Diana wouldn’t go in a nemeton of these barbarians either. It is said a great curse hangs on one that takes anything out of a nemeton.”

It was normal and it always happened anytime he touched me and was in close proximity with me. “What is it you want to talk about?” I asked him. He looked around as if to access the surroundings, as if saying we can't talk here. He was never shy to talk anywhere. Only God knows what has gotten into him. “Come with me.” Was all I said and I turned to the right and started walking towards the gazebo that was somewhere not far from where my apartment was. Not before giving Tam a reassuring look. After a few minutes, and long strides domineering steps behind me, we got to the place. It was secluded and there was no one here thankfully. The place was built in a way that would make it difficult fo

My heart fluttered at the sound, but I pretended not to hear it and continued walking toward the sunlit road. If there was a next life, I never wanted to see Shawn again.

I barely noticed the sound of a car approaching, its engine cutting through the rain and my thoughts. “Amara?” a voice called, calm, gentle, laced with concern. I froze. The car slowed, its headlights catching the raindrops clinging to my eyelashes. Elijah. My next-door neighbor. Quiet, thoughtful, the kind of person who always noticed things without needing to be told. He leaned out of the window, rain running down his hair, and his gaze was fixed on me. “What are you doing out here? In this rain?” he asked, voice soft but steady.