The Never Ending Story Novels & Stories

Ten thousand dollars meant nothing to my family. She hurriedly tried to refuse. "No, no! I can't take your money…" But I could still see the distress in her eyes. I knew she needed this money desperately. So I found an excuse. "Just consider it an advance payment for the peach jam you used to make for me." I forced the envelope into her hands. "When I graduate and start earning money, I'll come back and have your cooking again." Mrs. Creighton opened her mouth several times, tears tracing the deep lines of her aged face. In the end, she said nothing. Red-eyed, she accepted it. Before leaving, she turned back once more.

Inside the ancient observatory. The young man stood. "We are drifting." His calm voice echoed through the chamber. "Our purpose has remained unchanged since before the First Dawn." He placed one hand upon the blank book. "If every story continues forever..." "...then none of them truly end." The old man looked at him kindly. "And if every story ends too soon..." "...none of them truly live." Silence. The child turned another page. Words appeared. Not written by any hand. Only one question. "What is an ending for?"

"Then, one day, I was cleaning up his study and accidentally knocked over a wooden sculpture on his desk. He shoved me away and told me I wasn't allowed in there anymore. That was when I noticed the name 'Beatrice' carved into the base." By the time I finished, I couldn't stop crying. All these years, I never dared tell my parents any of it. I didn't want to worry them, and more than that, I was afraid they'd tell me to leave Declan. After all, I was the one who had shamelessly pursued him back then. And now, here I was, pouring my heart out to them about the same man. Wasn't that just proving them right all along? After listening to my story, my parents fell silent.

Emma was sat in her flat, Having not long woken up; her hair was tied back and her legs tucked under her as she sat on the bed, with the sun streaming through the open window, she loved her small flat it wasn’t anything fancy, but she was on her own out in the world. She picked up My Bear, her Teddy.

Something was wrong. Not just the message. Not just Liam. Something deeper and Something I couldn’t quite reach in my mind. After letting a truck load of thoughts linger in my mind, I didn't know when I fell asleep. . . . I suddenly saw two little children sitting together near a pond. “Will you ever leave me??" The little girl asked. “No I will not…but you have to promise me you won't forget.” The boy said. I couldn't see the boy's face clearly but I knew he was a child....maybe about ten to eleven years of age.

"It didn't feel like a hallucination when you found that silver tool, Jane. It didn't feel like a dream when that car was watching you." "It doesn't matter now," I said, rubbing the black ink on my thumb. "The ink is dry. The Foundation is his. It’s over." I reached for the remote, my fingers trembling. I didn't want to see the world, but I couldn't stop myself from looking. I needed to see the end of it. The television flickered to life, the screen filled with the bright, sterile lights of the Foundation’s main auditorium. It was the "Coronation." That’s what the news tickers were already calling it.

"Vivienne... you're even giving this back?" It was the necklace he'd given me the day he pulled me out of the slums. Back then, Stanley had told me, "Vivienne, you're the purest girl in the world. You're no less than anyone." That necklace had been with me through the longest, ugliest years. Even at the end of my last life, I'd never let it go. Now, I handed it back—along with every shred of love, hate, and regret we'd ever shared.

Every candle inside the Hall of Readers reignited by themselves. Thousands. Millions. An endless ocean of golden flames illuminated the darkness. Each flame contained a memory. Each memory belonged to someone whose story had once been erased. Children. Kings. Monsters. Dreamers. Entire civilizations flickered inside the tiny lights. Adrian realized something terrifying. None of those stories had truly disappeared. They had only been waiting. The White Book trembled again. A new sentence slowly appeared. "Every forgotten story remembers its author." The Pen of Endings suddenly flew into Adrian's hand.

When Tea was asleep, she dreamt of herself. She saw various scenes of growing up, being bullied by her family and being made to sleep in a dilapidated courtyard. She saw her sisters and brothers having fun, playing and studying while she remained in the same place day in and day out. Then the time came for her to go to the palace and everything happened differently. Instead of singing, she showed calligraphy and the sixth prince picked her in the end.

Never met Andrew or any of the guys. In the end the story was over, never even there to begin with. I was stuck living in somebody else's happily ever after, a boring background character. I wanted more. I wanted to be something more. I wanted to change someone or save someone. I wanted the love people told stories about, but that is all it will ever be. A story. THIS IS NOT THE END YALL THIS IS NOT THE ACTUAL ENDING! I WROTE THIS BUT NO ONE LIKED IT SO I DECIDED TO NOT MAKE THIS AS AN ENDING AND CONTINUE WITH THE BOOK SO YALL READ THE NEXT CHAPTERS AND NOT LEAVE!!