Novel After You Novels & Stories

Claire was known for her strong sense of principle and her strict adherence to rules and punctuality. Everyone knew she never made exceptions for anyone. Yet, when it came to getting married, she had stood Mark up eight separate times. The first time was because her friend from college, Ryan, returned after eight years living abroad, and she had to pick him up at the airport. The second time, Ryan slightly burned his finger while cooking, so she abandoned Mark on their way to the city hall just to check Ryan was all right. The third time, Ryan’s son fell ill, and she rushed over in a panic to drive the kid to the hospital. Now, this was the eighth time. Once again, she was a no-show. All

“Okay. I understand. But call me if you ever need me to rush over here, and I will in a split second.” We both laughed. Leah sat there with me till evening, making jokes that had me laughing so hard until my stomach and cheeks hurt. For a moment, I even forgot that I had seen Dan’s face. She left my house by 6:45 p.m. I heard a ding from my laptop and quickly got out of bed. It was the confirmation letter Nick said Mr. Briggs would send. My smile returned slowly. Tomorrow, I would start a whole new journey, and promised myself that I wouldn’t let my past hold me back.

My heart raced as I pulled the freezer open, bringing out a bottle of water. Without a second thought, I popped the cap open and threw my head back, downing it. Oh God. What was this feeling? I could still feel his lips on my nipples and his fingers inside me. The feeling of his mouth on my clit sent a shudder down my spine and I turned to look at Dan. He was staring at me with a hungry look, licking his lips. Slowly, I lowered the bottle onto the counter. “Dan..” I breathed. Even in the large kitchen, the tension suffocated me.

Even though I don’t have a wolf like other shifters, I basked in the smell of blood and the agonized cries. Someone at my back pushed me forward, making me fall. I turned to see what happened and there was heat licking my front. “Burn that bitch now. Don't give her the chance to stand up or she will kill us all.” The fat man shouted. Suddenly there was a weight on top of me and I gasped for breath for a few seconds. Alice was on me, shielding my body from the scorching flames. I groaned. Now I have to find her a new hoodie, and those were hard to find nowadays.

AUTHOR’S APPRECIATION: Voila treasured readers! Thank you very much for reaching the ending! 😊😊😊 Thanks to the point that I toppled your time upside down. You drifted along with the flow of the story even though the main characters’ stupidity are unacceptable. We loved them though. So since Rhio and Jasmin lived their happy-ever-after ending, let’s continue our other pending novels... This story will be having its Book 2. The sequel will revolve on six guys which, I knew you might have guessed, included Rhio’s only son, Kevin.

Aspen POV: Once we get home I jump straight into the shower. I want to scrub off whatever that woman has done to me. The only woman’s scent on me I want is my mates. I’m pissed that Odessa really tried to ruin what I have with Adeline. ‘She’s disgusting, I can’t believe you screwed her.’ Blaze never wanted Odessa and her wolf, Freya. ‘It was just to relieve stress. Trust me, I regret too.’ I finish showering and walk out of the bathroom. Adeline is standing in this chestnut brown lace lingerie set. I can’t hold back the guttural growl that comes out when I see the way that it hugs her curves.

Or is it? The final question: What comes after death when you've refused everything? When you've stayed yourself? When you've won by losing? Tell me what you think happens next! Is there peace? Another test? A final twist? Chapter 92 is THE AFTER! END OF CHAPTER NINETY-ONE

he asked, maintaining a slow, steady rhythm to ensure her comfort. “Mmm… yeah, baby,” Hazel moaned, her tone filled with satisfaction. “I love you,” Alex whispered, his movements tender and deliberate. “I love you too,” Hazel replied, her voice trembling with emotion as they shared their intimate moment. *Later That Night* The villa was quiet, its heavy silence mirroring the unease that lingered after the events of the evening. Alex sat in his wheelchair by the window, staring out into the darkness. His mind churned with thoughts of vengeance, strategy, and the future.

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“I miss you.” I sighed, feeling my frustration rise. “Andre, we are done. I’ve moved on. You need to move on too.” He shook his head. “I can’t. You’re my wife.” “We were married,” I corrected him. “But I have a new life now, and you’re messing it up.” He leaned back in his chair, still smiling. “I don’t want anything from you, Sasha. Just come back to me.” I left the cafe, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. The next day, I went to the mall, hoping to buy a new dress. As I browsed through the racks, I felt a presence behind me. I turned around and, of course, it was Andre.