The After Novels & Stories

Home. THE END.

And after that… After that, the real reckoning would begin.

She clutched her stomach protectively, feeling the presence of a life growing within her. One Month Later Over the course of the past month, Lena's well-being suffered greatly due to the agonizing separation she experienced. Tears became a constant companion, and she sought solace in visits to Chinatown, where she could breathe in the familiar presence of her mother and sister. The toll on her overall health, as well as that of her unborn child, was so obvious. Deeply wounded and filled with a profound sense of confusion, Lena found herself questioning the cause of the end of her once loving relationship with Jayden.

I vomited mouthful after mouthful of black blood, instantly staining the pure white carpet Victoria loved most. [3, 2, 1!] [Erasure protocol complete!] The instant the system's cold voice fell, an irresistible force violently ripped my soul out of my body. After the pain, my consciousness sank into endless darkness and scattered completely. All that remained was a lifeless shell, lying quietly in a pool of blood.

This one is about what comes after you've done the work. This one is about peace.

His laugh rumbled softly through his chest. For one evening, the future stayed outside the walls of their house. Then Haven’s visions changed. It happened two nights later. One second she was following the familiar thread toward sixteen. The next something opened beyond it. Not darkness. Not exactly. After. That was the only word her mind could find for it. After sixteen. After the activation point. After the eastern thing moved. The thread didn’t stop there. It continued. And what Haven saw waiting beyond it made every breath leave her body at once.

The ambulance siren wailed shrilly in my ears, yet the world had never felt quieter. Expressionless, I opened the airline app and rescheduled my ticket. My new departure time was tonight at eleven. This time, I would be gone for good. … The next morning, soft music drifted through the hotel restaurant. Liam barely touched his breakfast. His mind was in turmoil, haunted by the image of my thin, solitary figure from yesterday. On the wall-mounted TV, the morning news played. The anchor's crisp, formal voice rang out, "At approximately 3 p.m. yesterday, a serious accident occurred on Clem Road in the suburbs…"

"Wyatt, please pull the security footage from the pool area today and send a copy to Mr. Rhodes." She sent a final message to the butler, Wyatt Cromwell. Then, she removed her SIM card, snapped it in half, and threw it into the trash. The moment the plane soared into the sky, golden sunlight bathed her in a soft, warm glow. Winona smiled genuinely. Asher and Carter, as well as the position of Mrs. Rhodes and Carter's mother… She did not want them anymore. She was going to live her own life now. From this moment on, they would never see each other again.

" I stood outside the infirmary for a long time afterward. It was just around the time the nearby Werewolf Academy let out. The street came alive. The sounds drifted into my ears, close enough to hear but distant enough to feel like another world. My phone buzzed, and a photo came through from an unknown number. It was the same one I had shredded, but it had not been awkwardly taped back together. Without hesitation, I deleted it and blocked the number. Two little girls walked past, holding hands. Giggling, they made plans to celebrate with their favorite cherry cake after they finished their mission. I watched them walk away, farther and farther, until they disappeared completely. I drove t

She was with her cousins, Jenna and Mae, who were both juniors and majoring in information technology. “Don’t you have a boyfriend?” Jenna asked me. I stared back at her. She didn’t even know me. “Ah, no.” She narrowed her eyes at me. Then she looked back at April. April merely shrugged. We arrived at the club. We were early so we were able to get a table. April’s cousins got us some cocktails. I drank. I didn’t care anymore. I wanted to let myself go. I was in the presence of girls anyway, so I was sure no one would take advantage of me. I just wanted to forget—about everything! And just right, I was drinking a cocktail called Amnesia.