Or Forever Hold Your Peace Novels & Stories

"Just wait until Thanksgiving. You'll be sitting at the kids' table with construction paper rings on your fingers while they take engagement photos." With that ominous prediction, Maxwell slipped out the door, leaving Dominic alone with the sleeping Ericka still curled against his chest. He looked down at her, marvelling at how natural this felt, her weight against him, the subtle vanilla scent of her hair, the small puffs of breath warming his shirt. For three years, he'd limited himself to brief, accidental touches and carefully measured distance. Now he could hold her freely, and the simple joy of it made his chest ache.

Peace. The word felt different now. It wasn't the fragile quiet after a storm, or the tense silence of a standoff. This was a peace that ran deep, down to the bones of reality itself. The Weave hummed with it. The songs of countless worlds, from the brave melody of the Cradle to the complex, rediscovered harmonies of Elysia, were no longer fighting to be heard. They simply were, each one a unique voice in a chorus that was finally, truly, in balance.

Not the ache that pulled me under shore, But the arms that made me fear no more. And if this is love I’ve waited for, Then let me stay in this feeling... evermore. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

/Even if we fight a million times over little things, We can still make it better, I meant what I said when I gave you that promise ring, That I'ma love you forever, I fall for you deeper every day, Feel it now girl more than ever, but with our type of love, forever ain't enough/ /Hey I've been searching my whole life, I'm lucky that I found you oh oh oo oh baby yeah yeah yeah forever ain't enough Ain't enough oh baby oh oh girl ain't enough/ "And I missed you more, Joy. Hey, don't cry there. Ok? Hang on."

Now forever simply felt gentle. Like another morning waiting patiently ahead. Adrian kissed her softly while thunder rolled again outside. Slow. Warm. Certain. And somewhere between midnight storms, shared quiet, and the breathtaking realization that love no longer felt like something they had to desperately hold together— they understood something extraordinary. Forever stopped feeling frightening the moment they finally trusted that peace could survive the storm too.

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.

Ryan's photographs captured the essence of fleeting moments, reminding others to embrace the beauty of the present. Together Forever was not just a love story, but a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, the transformative power of art, and the enduring impact of a love that transcends time. It was a tale of two souls who, through their shared dreams and unwavering love, had discovered the true essence of life—to live fully, love deeply, and embrace the beauty of each passing moment.

“mmmm….oooh….In your arms…I can still feel the way you want me when you hold me….I can still hear the words you whispered when you told me…I can stay right here forever in your arms…and there ain’t way I’m letting you go now…and there ain’t no way and there ain’t no how…I’ll never see that daaaay…’cause I’m keeping you forever and for always…we will be together all of our days…wanna wake up every morning to your sweet face…always…” She danced around the kitchen as she cooked and sang “….mmm…baby….In your heart…I can still hear a beat for every time you kiss me….and when we’re apart I know how much you miss me…I can feel your love for me in your heart…and there ain’t no way I’m letting you go

'We make these memories for ourselves' 'Where our eyes are never closing, hearts are never broken' 'And time's forever frozen still' 'So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans.' 'Holdin' me closer til our eyes meet' 'You won't ever be alone' 'Wait for me to come home.' It fits us. Me and Milo.

No matter how upset he gets he needs to know. I get out of my chair and put my fork down on the empty plate in front of me. I walk around the table and stand there in front of him. “Come here.” He holds out his arms to me and I go to him, bringing myself up on his lap like I’ve always done before. I’m wearing my pink biking shorts and a matching sports bra. It’s too hot for anything else. “Tell me, what is the matter?” He asks me, whispering it against my ear as he holds me tightly to him.