Novel & Cerita The Ballad Of Never After Series

"It didn't feel like a hallucination when you found that silver tool, Jane. It didn't feel like a dream when that car was watching you." "It doesn't matter now," I said, rubbing the black ink on my thumb. "The ink is dry. The Foundation is his. It’s over." I reached for the remote, my fingers trembling. I didn't want to see the world, but I couldn't stop myself from looking. I needed to see the end of it. The television flickered to life, the screen filled with the bright, sterile lights of the Foundation’s main auditorium. It was the "Coronation." That’s what the news tickers were already calling it.

That gave me the chance to escape. Julianne told me that after I got away, they kept searching for another opportunity and swore they'd kill me on sight. That was why she never allowed me to attend public events. But so many years had passed. I looked nothing like I had at five, and the kidnapping ring had long since collapsed in an internal feud. The surviving members had since been convicted and executed. Julianne still insisted, "There has to be someone left. They're probably hiding somewhere, waiting for a chance to come after you."

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My little brother got himself a girlfriend. The moment the news reached them, the whole family lit up. My sister, Serena, clapped so hard her palms cracked. "Who is she? Which lucky girl caught our handsome Tyler's eye?" Mom's face glowed like the credit was hers. "Look who raised him. It was only a matter of time before some girl noticed." Dad couldn't stop grinning. "That's my boy. Good for you, son!" The second they caught Tyler looking embarrassed, they pressed their advantage. "So it's like that, is it? Thanksgiving's almost here. Bring her home. We want to meet her." Then it was my turn, and all they managed were a couple of flat, dutiful lines. "Adrian, you're not as good-l

My girlfriend and best friend adopted a stray. She kept going to his place ever since. Whenever she did, she would have that look of impatience on her face as she said, "I would go over to his place, but that cat only lets me hold it." Blake Chaucer sneered. "You think I want you at my place? It's the cat that likes you, not me." They would squabble whenever they met up. Still, it didn't take long for her to memorize his door's passcode. She even remembered how he needed something warm before bed because he had a weak stomach. When she didn't show up on my birthday, she said, "The cat's having a fever, and he can't handle it himself." I held my resentment over our situation for a long, l

I was dazed for a second, hardly believing what I was hearing. Charles did not say anything more. Instead, he snuck up behind me and gave me a little shove. I tripped forward, and the camera flashes were so bright that I could not open my eyes. A sharp pain zipped through my belly, and I felt something warm spreading underneath me. When I looked down, I saw my pants were all wet with blood. Everything around me started to fade to black. Right before I passed out, I heard Charles say with a sneer, "Not this again. Always playing the same old fainting game."

Inside was a faded photo of Natalie, age five, grinning with a missing tooth. She held it out. Natalie didn’t take it. But she looked at it. Really looked. Then she walked back into the shelter, not saying another word. Meekey stood alone in the alley, hands shaking, the cold air slicing through her. She didn’t know what would happen next. But for the first time in fourteen years, it didn’t feel like the end. It felt like a beginning.

She never judges me. “Hey Sam…” Before I can finish my sentence, the back door opens and in walks Z. As always, he is dressed in all black. Tonight he has add a black cloak with a hood, black boots, silver chain and his usual spike protrudes from under his lip. “Hey Love!” Z wraps his arms around me and catches me in the neck with his spike. “Ouch, you got me!” “Oh shit, I’m sorry Ash!” “It’s…..okay”

After buying them, she returned. After dinner, Samantha and Christina went straight to their room, while Gabriel hadn’t returned home yet because he had an important engagement and a celebration with his friends for his upcoming wedding. When Gabriel finally returned home, he was exhausted and a little drunk, so he went straight to his room. Later that night, Lyka prepared coffee for all of Gabriel’s guards—but with sleeping pills mixed in. “Kuya, have some coffee first,” she told Gabriel’s guards. “Thanks. This is good so we won’t fall asleep,” one of Gabriel’s guards said.

Damien did not chase her. Not physically. But she knew he would come. Because Damien Hale did not lose. And he did not forgive betrayal. As the city lights blurred in her vision, tears slid down her cheeks, but she didn’t look back. Tonight, she reclaimed her life. Or what was left of it. And somewhere deep in the shadows behind her, a promise formed a dark, bitter, unyielding instinct. Damien wouldn’t let her go. Not without a war. ****** The rain followed Elara like a curse.