The Never Ending Story Novels & Stories

I loved working here. We started, by playing games and then watching a movie followed by our lunch break. The last one was the storytelling. I was telling them a story about the little red riding hood, where the wolf falls in love with a girl and ends up dying. Although the ending was not for children, I had to do something about it.

Shinka chimed, "Or we might fall asleep and then, and then... we will never know how the story ends." "As always..." Shimpi added matter-of-factly. "Okay my dears, lets get on with it then." Terese said smiling throughout. The other girls did not know that Terese had always completed the story even when they had fallen asleep, however, she did not know that Shinja had always stayed awake to the end. Always eagerly listening to the end of the story and she liked how it ended. "In the dim and distant past, there lived a prince. He was young, brave and handsome. He had the purest eyes and fairest hair. He believed in magic..." she was interrupted by a grumbling Shinka.

Jimmy had seen what six thousand years of torment is like and now it lay ahead of him, without any hope of a reprieve. “Wait, this isn’t fair,” he said. “This isn’t how the story’s supposed to end.” Melissa placed a kiss on his forehead and put her lips to his ear. “Now don’t be that way. I thought it would rather appeal to you. You see, this story is never supposed to end, even when it finishes. You carry it away with you, in your heart and mind, haunted relentlessly from the moment you reach the last line . . . ”

“A thing that walked beside you, behind you. A friend, if you will. Finally. Pushing you toward me. As if this building, this Eidolon, this infamous, beloved Eidolon, knew you had an unfinished story to tell.” “And that’s the thing about those who inch their way to me, Eidolon or no: their stories are never finished.” Ignoring the reaching hand flailing above her head, he paused at the gleaming pile of cast-off skin. “Your story, too, joining theirs, having an end without an end waiting to be told.” Again, and then again, the pages swallowed, those delicate, strong stitches now swallowing her neck and scraping her ears.

What the hell was she on about, different worlds and races. I looked at the end again ‘Never tell.’ A memory niggled at the edge of my mind, my Mum lay bleeding, pain in her eyes and whispering the words so softly that only I could hear them. The memory morphed into one I had seen before, the old man on his knees his voice fierce as he told me to never tell.

He stuttered out once we pulled away. I nodded my head yes. As he squealed in excitement and hold me bridal style, "thank you. Thank you so much. You will not regret this, this will turn our happily never after, to our happily ever after." He said as he put me on my bed, hovering over me then kissed me again passionately. * (If you guys got confused, please back to the prologue and read the beginning) * A few years after Emily I am just done with my coffee time and decided to go back home. It has been 10 years since Aaron promised me a happily ever after, since the birth of Niles he never leave me alone.

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"Not enough? How about five million dollars? Or I can give you a blank check to write your own amount. If you don't take this deal, you'll lose Sophia and the money. You'll just be stuck in your lab, choking on nasty chemicals!" "Stop it!" Brandon slammed his hand on the table, his voice firm. "Sophia's a smart, independent person. She gets to choose who she's with, not us. She's not something to be traded. If you really respect her, take your money and get out of here. And don't you dare come back!" Brandon's outburst turned heads, and the other customers started murmuring and pointing at Charles. With no other choice, Charles grabbed his bank card and slunk away, defeated.

The story of a circle that would never be broken. "This is our story," Kaela said. "This is our legacy." "Yes," I said. "And it will never end." The light pulsed around us, and I knew that everything I had done had been worth it. For her. For all of them. For the book that would never stop being written. The Book of Light continued to grow, page by page, day by day. It recorded everything. And it would continue to record everything, forever. Because the circle never ends. The light never fades. And love never dies.

It was a makeshift conch shell voice recorder we had made during our very first trip to the beach. Naomi pressed the playback button. Through the speaker, my seven-year-old voice rang out, full of life. "Naomi, as long as I'm here, you don't ever have to be scared. I'll protect you." Amidst the intermittent static of the old recording, a muffled giggle filtered out. "Kenneth, I will never let go of your hand." I sat in front of Naomi, tilting my head as I listened along with her. The stars were exceptionally bright tonight, and the North Star gleamed with a piercing clarity. I turned my head to look at her.