The After Novels & Stories

Time to end this one way or another. ***

She woke up with a headache. She opened her eyes and saw the ceiling from her old room - the one she shared with Albert before their divorce. She felt a pain from her lower body and immediately knew what happened, and she slowly turned her head, fearing that she's in an endless dream in the afterlife. Is this the afterlife or was she reborn, she didn't know. Her tears immediately flowed down when she saw him lying beside her, Albert Matthews, her once and forever love, and the man who swore to protect her from wind and rain -- who actually did, even after everything that happened to them.

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In

Not long enough to be anything official, just long enough for something to pass through it. "After," Dr. Chen said. She'd been saying it that way for a few months now. Just the one word. No sentence around it, no explanation needed because they both knew what it meant. After Kieran's situation was stable. After the bond was dealt with. After the story was out and the legal situation was resolved and the babies were safely here. After was the word they'd agreed on without agreeing on it. "It's getting closer," Maya said. "After." "I know." Dr. Chen looked at her wine. "It felt very far away for a while."

She quickly went back inside, feeling a sharp pain she couldn’t explain. “Babe, come on, let’s go to the bedroom and continue this. I’m a little tipsy.” Gabriel carried Jennifer to their room, laid her on the bed, and kissed her again. She responded eagerly. He took off her top and bottom, kissed her passionately, his hands and lips exploring her body until he finally entered her. They both grew exhausted and eventually fell asleep.

The afterimage said, “I don’t know. I foresee that the Heavenly Path will be chaotic in the near future, and nothing can be extrapolated.” “What do you mean?” Sophie was confused. “This means that the future is full of variables…” The afterimage’s voice grew weaker and weaker until it completely vanished.

I stood there, drenched in the rejuvenating rain, my heart soaring with the knowledge that something extraordinary was unfolding. The scent of the plague that had plagued our pack seemed to dissipate with each passing droplet, carried away on the gentle breeze. The members of the pack, their senses keen and attuned, could feel the shift in the air, the cleansing of the affliction that had burdened us for so long. Cheers erupted from the pack, their voices rising in a unified chorus of joy and gratitude. It was a moment of triumph, a testament to the power of love, unity, and the extraordinary abilities that lay within me.

The moment I finished tidying up the house, the system's notification chimed. "Fran, you'll be going home in five days," it said. Tears began streaming down my cheeks again. I forced a smile and whispered, "Alright... Thank you." For a second, I thought I heard the system sigh. The next thing I knew, my ears were filled with the sound of fireworks going off. Elijah had lit them up outside for Abigail. I took a deep breath, turned around, and gathered all my belongings—wedding photos included. I then crouched in a tight corner of the garden and burned all that junk in a heap.

I don't expect a happily ever after, there will always be a lot of Afters to our imperfect love but I pray for the strength to keep getting through it. Remembering the Nova that told me to fuck off back in highschool, she happens to still be the same but more matured and I have learnt to love that crazy part of her. I wish all of you lovers out there a Maybe Ever After! The Nordan Story AFTER! by PLEASYMATT ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ The End. Please don't skip the next chapter, it's worth it, I assure you.

Dante held me as if I might vanish, but I no longer had the strength to push him away. Professor Shaw came to my side. “Aria, can you hear me?” I looked at her through the blur. “My baby…” Her expression changed, but her voice stayed steady. “We’re taking you to the institute medical center now.” As they lifted me onto the stretcher, Dante tried to follow. Professor Shaw stopped him with one look. “You had your chance to protect her.” The last thing I saw before darkness took me was Dante standing in the hall, covered in my blood, while the wedding ring box lay open at his feet.