The Last Ever After Novels & Stories

I giggle and Avery laughs with me. “Please tell me you will record that Nick,” Avery asks. “Absolutely.” “Good, I’d hate to miss that,” laughs Avery. “You ready beautiful?” “Yes, where are we going?” “Well first we are going to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants. I think you’ll like it and then I am taking you to a drive in theatre.” “Really? I’ve never been to one before.” “I figured, I hope you like it.” “What’s the movie?” “It’s called Ever After. I know nothing about it but Mason assured me it’s a girly movie.”

At that point, even Northbridge University couldn't protect Leighton anymore. Facing overwhelming public pressure, Northbridge University expelled both Leighton and Harley. They didn't even bother trying to suppress the online discussions, so the topic remained on the trending charts for days. A week later, Leighton reached out to me again through her lawyer. This time, she had finally agreed to the divorce. She only had one condition—she wanted to see me one last time. She chose that familiar cafe as the meeting place, and even the same table where I'd met Harley before.

I thought of the twisted rules they had beaten into me, and the terror of the opposite sex that had been branded into my body. I thought of that holiday night, the fireworks filling the sky, and the moment I stepped off the rooftop, the relief and the lightness of it. I thought of Talia's guilt, the apology she had never been able to say out loud, and the note she had left behind. I thought of Mom and Dad's regret, the way they had wept, and the empty house they would live in for the rest of their lives. All of it was behind me now. All of it was over.

"Jessica, do your best out there. Don't make our unit look bad." I saluted him. "I won't let you down, sir!" "Alright, get going." Mr. Hall waved me off, sounding almost annoyed. As I turned away, I caught a glimpse. The veteran who had never cried on the battlefield was quietly wiping his face as he looked to the side. – That night, Samson and Celia came home with a bunch of friends. The house was quiet and dark, and Samson was already getting irritated. When he turned on the light and saw the table covered with food, his mood finally softened.

C managed to catch it right out of the air, and it happened so fast I didn't even see him make a move. The metal hissed against his palm. Every hunter instantly shifted formation. Not around him. Around me. Target acquisition. My stomach dropped. Not captive. Not victim. Threat. There it was. The final illusion dying quietly inside my ribs. There was no going back. Elias’s voice echoed coldly through the cathedral. “Selene Virell is deceased.” The words hit harder than any weapon. “She ceased to be human the moment she turned.” Some of the hunters glanced at each other uncertainly - I knew a few of them, we had been through training together, and we had been wounded together too.

"Jason, it's over. We were already finished the moment you chose her. Leave and never show up in my life ever again." He stood there in a stupor for a long time before finally walking away. His back looked lonely and defeated, but I knew he had brought it upon himself. - That was the last time I ever saw Jason. After that, he disappeared from my life for good. As the days passed, Arsenio and I grew closer as our relationship bloomed. Our friends saw how happy we were together and kept teasing us, asking when we were going to get engaged. Whenever we heard the same question, Arsenio and I would look at each other and smile.

He asked. “No. Never again. What happened last night was a mistake that shouldn't repeat." “Are you sure? You wanted it as much as I did.” “But it was a mistake.” I said firmly. “If not from that jackass Cole I’d never have gotten so drunk and-“ “Who?” Mike asked startled. “Cole Banks. My ex. The guy I was trying to tell you about last night.” “Cole Banks? He is your ex?” He asked alarmed. “Yes. That was why I was at the launch. I went to see him. What’s wrong?” I asked seeing how shocked he looked.

I haven't talked to him since. Ma and Pa were sitting in the living room when it was time to leave for the party. "So who is hosting the house party this time?" "Cassandra." "You know the rules." "Yes, Pa. No alcohol, no drugs, and home by 1 AM." "12 AM!" "That was last year! Come on! 1 AM is not a big deal." "As long as you follow the rest of the rules, then fine." "Let the girl live, honey. She will only be a teenager once."

You always want what you can't have. My voice echoed through the venue, carried to every corner by the speakers. Terrence's face turned pale. He opened his mouth to explain, but I didn't give him the chance. "To you, the unattainable is always the most desirable. But once you have something, you never cherish it. Someone like you doesn't deserve to talk about love at all." In the end, Terrence walked away, looking utterly lost and broken. I thought that would be the last time our paths ever crossed in this lifetime.

They were accompanied by joyful captions about shopping for baby supplies together. After that, I silently deleted all his contact information. My last day in this world happened to be my wedding anniversary with Elijah, and it was also Abigail's birthday. I ignored Elijah's instruction to attend Abigail's birthday party and instead sat alone at home. I wiped down a vase with my bare hands. It was the last gift my parents had left me and the last thing I had in this house. I held the vase and imagined talking to my parents while waiting for midnight to arrive.