The Morning After Novels & Stories

Chapter 25: The Morning After She woke up knowing everything was different. Not because anything looked different. The room was the same. The city was doing its early grey thing beyond the glass. His arm was around her waist the way it always was. But everything was different. She lay still and let that settle. His breathing was deep and even behind her, the slow settled rhythm she'd learned in the first week, and she stared at the city and thought about last night with the specific helpless clarity of a morning after something you can't unfeel.

Noah woke first. For a few seconds he forgot where he was. Then the solid weight of Elvis’s arm across his waist, the faint ache in his body, and the scent of the other man on the sheets brought everything back. He lay still, listening to Elvis breathe. Three days had become two. Elvis stirred. His hand slid up Noah’s chest and stopped over his heart. “You’re thinking too loud.” Noah’s voice came out rough. “I don’t know how to do the morning after when the world is still waiting to punish us.”

Luca slips out, Reed rams right in, and the day begins. It’s a handoff. The other guys would find this completely normal, because for us it is. This morning starts the same way. Luca’s inside me, arm heavy over my waist. The early light’s coming through the gap in the curtain, and I’m in that warm half-place of not quite asleep, but not awakened either. The door opens. Reed steps in, already shirtless, stretching his arms overhead. His eyes flick to Luca still buried inside me. “Morning,” he says, yawning.

I stared at her name, feeling mildly disappointed before opening the message. CASSIE❤️: Good morning, bitch. Me: Good morning to you too, sunshine. CASSIE❤️: Are you coming over tonight? I frowned. Tonight? What’s happening at her place? And I didn’t think I wanted to face Dan just yet. Me: Why? CASSIE❤️: It’s Daddy’s birthday, silly. We’re having people over. Nothing too serious, just drinks, food, and people being unnecessarily loud.

Scoffing, I down the thing before getting out of bed and going to the bathroom. At least the asshole had the decency to buy me the morning-after pill after that terrible fucking mistake last night.

Felix was born into the world but immediately became an orphan. Sixteen Years Later (at the present time)... Felix just woke up and stunned while looking at nowhere. He was always like that everytime he wakes up in the morning. He was always looking at nowhere like he is day dreaming of something. It's either good or bad day dreaming. He was in that state when a slipper suddenly flew in his face. "Ouch!" He grabbed his cheeks that was been hit by a slipper.

I work myself faster, harder, until it is too much and I too tip over the edge into the white flare of completion. The world blurs for a while after that. When my thoughts pull themselves out of the sated puddle they seem to have melted into, I realise how late it is. The rush of getting up and ready and out takes the edge off the early morning’s activities. Enough that nobody comments on my appearance this time, unlike the morning after my first time with Sarah. I feel a bit sad that I had such a short time to enjoy the afterglow.

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.

Everything went dark and she gave into the darkness. "Die bitch." Was the last thing she heard. Claire woke up as the sun was shining through the cabin windows. She stretched and turned to see Morgan asleep in a chair next to the bed. She carefully got out of bed. She was shocked to see Morgan actually sleeping. She never got to sleep. Careful not to make any noise she headed to the door of the cabin opening it. She found Gavin just on the other side. He looked tired. "Shh Morgan's actually sleeping." She whispered to him.

First Steps The morning after Grace’s birth, the hospital room was bathed in soft, golden light. The sun had risen slowly, casting a gentle glow over the room where Estonia and Travis were beginning to settle into their new roles as parents. The excitement and awe from the previous day had not dimmed; if anything, it had grown even stronger.