The Forever Novel By Sapna Gul Novels & Stories

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A cold chill slid down my spine. “How does he know me?” I asked. “He saw you once at the company event,” Matteo said quickly. Something about his answer utterly felt rushed. But my mind was too overwhelmed to question it. “Please,” Matteo whispered again. “You are the only person who can help me.” I looked at the diamond ring on my finger. Three months ago, Matteo had slipped it onto my hand with a smile, promising never to hurt me. The memory made my chest ache. “You swear this is the only way?” I asked quietly.

I SNAPPED. My eyes falling out, like a thunderstorm had hit me in the very centre of my chest. As if she broke through me like a mountain, lighting the dynamite. Her sweet voice felt like knives piercing through my skin, leaving me in shambles; because that’s exactly what she wanted to do with me.

"Stop messing around, Milton. You pursued me for three years, and we lived together for seven. Ten years is a long time. I know you're angry because of my mistake. I really know I was wrong." As she spoke, she put on a deeply affectionate expression. "You spent three years making me fall for you, so I'll do the same for ten years, until you forgive me. My love for you is real. I'll love you forever!" Listening to her promises right in front of me made my stomach churn with disgust. Maybe someone else could forgive her. Maybe someone else would still give her a chance after she carried another man's child. But that person would never be me. "I said this before. If either of us chose betrayal,

Forever doesn't exist. But with you, I'm willing to prove them wrong. "After all this time?" Dumbledore asked, stupefied as Snape's memories and buried feelings slowly unfold right in front of his eyes. "Always," he answered. Always. Constant. Never changing. Like my feelings for you.

I doubt death changed his methods much. I read it a fourth time anyway, at my desk, with the city going dark orange outside my window and my father's old shipping charts still bolted to the wall behind me because I've never gotten around to taking them down. Thirty days. One marriage. One year, uninterrupted, or the whole empire slides sideways into the cousin's lap. It's the kind of clause a sentimental old man writes when he's dying and wants a story out of his granddaughter's life instead of a balance sheet. It's also, if I'm being honest with myself, the kind of gift I have not been handed in a very long time.

Her name became synonymous with compassion, her journey an eternal reminder that love could bridge the chasm between the human and the artificial. In the annals of history, her tale was etched—a testament to the transformative power of love and the beauty that could emerge when hearts dared to intertwine, unbound by societal expectations. The whispers of the synthesized heart echoed through time, forever inspiring generations to come, reminding them that in the vastness of the universe, love remained the eternal flame that guided their souls. And in the depths of their being, they would forever carry the legacy of Aurora and Dr. Gabriel Westwood—a love story that defied logic and embraced th

Paris asked, slightly offended. “Yes, you look like a kid,” Merch said, laughing. “Let us go, pretty boy,” Matori said, laughing. Matori left Paris outside the Library, “it is a 24-hour library.” Paris picked up Soraya’s scent, thinking, ‘will she remember me? Has her mind been wiped?’ Paris entered the library and followed the scent that was all over the place but he focused on her human scent and then he saw her, her nose in an ancient-looking book, ‘one would think she has read all the books there are to read by now.’