The Ballad Of Never After Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

He didn't even bother moving the corpses he walked over as he took her somewhere. "You donkey, let me—" She couldn't even finish her sentence before he threw her away and rolled in a puddle. But it wasn't made out entirely of water. From its rusty metallic smell, anyone could decipher it was blood. And from above her, how the puddle had formed, droplets of blood continued to fall. "Here! My presents for you!" He exclaimed cheerfully and with a snap of his fingers, a small ball of fire ablaze. She hesitantly looked heavenward and once she saw what the so-called presents were, an ear-splitting shout escaped her mouth. Tears quickly pooled in her eyes and stained her cheeks.

His face, flushed with determination as he looked his father in the eye. At the other end of the table, Genera, Rohan’s younger sister, observed the tense scene with wide eyes. Her heart raced as she witnessed the clash between her father and brother, unsure of what the outcome might be. She knew that her father’s traditions and expectations held immense weight in their immortal society.

“Don’t worry. This time, no one’s going to bully you ever again.” A few days later, Caleb brought me to a high-profile charity gala, and for the first time in a long while, I ran into Matteo.

Black and red alike. When war ends, this is what shall remain, a voice that didn't belong to her echoed inside her mind. It's only a dream, Eira assured herself but what she saw next numbed all her senses. Her eyes fell on another pile of fresh dead bodies, covered with cuts and gashes. Dead bodies of Cassie, Trish, Nate, Damien, Dana and finally Bella. Her friend's head was half hacked off from her neck and she stared at Eira with her big, lifeless eyes.

I played with my fingers. "That's not even a curse, Sapphire. That's like, baby's curse or something..." She said. I've learned quite a lot from her, about certain things. One time, we were going to watch a movie named 'Fifty Shades of Grey' but we didn't continue it since their parents went home early. I still don't know what the movie's about. Jason said that it's based on a book. Maybe I will read that book someday. Keira finished braiding my hair and it looked nice. She always does this whenever we go out. Papa lets me stay at their house when we go to Canterbury. But I see it as a way to hide me from his fight with Caleb's dad...

“I want you to do nothing. I don’t want to hear about that night. Pretend it never happened. Pretend you never met me at the concert. And do me a favor. Keep your thoughts to yourself. I’m not interested to hear them.” That burned! What the fuck was wrong with him? This was not the Zachary that left me behind. The one who left was much gentler, and he would want to know everything I had to say. So did the Zach that I met at the concert. He was interested in me. But the brother in front of me now was telling me he was not interested to hear me speak at all? “I might as well stay out of your hair! Pretend that you never returned at all,” I muttered.

The beta stood in my face and said. “We tried to get to her, but the asshole who took her kept moving and we always lost his tracks.” I stood on my tiptoes to be right in his face and sneered. “Wow, is that all what you have to say? I would have got her no matter what, or died trying.” He pushed me backward, and I staggered when my back hit a big tree. “You know nothing about what happened that night. The undead attacked us. It was a big hive, and some travelers used all that commotion and snatched her, then she was sold to some shifter. That was the last thing I knew about her.”

Sebastian asked, "Mrs. Clementine, what should we do with this gift with no name?" One glance at Ciel across the room and I waved him off. "Get rid of it. Now." If that jealous man saw it, there'd be drama. After that, Stanley vanished for good. I heard he went back to Southport, walked away from everything, and lived alone the rest of his life. Never married. Ciel and I grew old together, surrounded by kids and grandkids. This time, when all was said and done, the past stayed buried. Stanley Hamilton and I never crossed paths again.

On holidays and my birthday, there would be precious gifts—jewelry, trinkets. I converted all of it to cash and donated it to orphanages, helping countless children who now called me "Mama Natalie." Caleb grew up strong and kind. He loved to read and was accepted into a prestigious university. He planned to become a teacher and care for orphans, just like me. Days passed, and life grew more and more beautiful. As for what was forgotten… let it remain forgotten. The End