The Never Ending Story Novels & Stories

He kissed her picture. "I love you, baby," he mumbled. Looking at Nimueh in her casket. She's just like sleeping. *** "Papa? Does the heroine really have to die?" Aiden wanted to laugh. Miracle's face was frowning and tears were streaming down her cheeks. She still couldn't accept the ending of his story. Although she hated the story, it was her all-time favorite bedtime story. Especially when the time that the characters met the very first time. "Honestly; I don't know either, sweetheart. But that's the intended story of the Above for the two of them," he kindly explained. If her eyes could kill, he would have been dead by then.

She teased her grandmother touching her cheeks "Have been looking at your pictures you hanged on the wall. That means I didn't miss you at all" she replied to her tease. She went to the kitchen to cook for the family, she noticed that the foodstuffs is almost exhausted. She was thinking about this when she heard that someone was knocking. She went straight to the entrance door to check who the person is. The person placed a book in her hand. It's the electricity bills to be paid in two weeks time. She wasn't worried that much because her salaries would have been paid before that time.

Her smile lit up the darkness. Her touch ignited my soul. In this paradise, we found our forever home. Our love story etched into the cosmos, forever and always. As we stood on the planet's edge, gazing at the stars, Ruth turned to me. "Michael?" she asked. "Yes?" I replied. "I have a question," she said. "What is it?" I asked. Ruth's eyes sparkled. "Will our love story ever end?" she asked. I smiled. "Never," I replied.

I would never fall for the same tricks again. "Son, it's time to eat. I'll figure out a plan to get you two divorced. That way, she won't see a dime of that lottery money." "Yeah, yeah, I'm on it. I'm so hungry that I could die." At that moment, I feigned a groggy awakening. "Who's there? Who's talking?" Brandon had no choice but to play dead again, while Melissa and Aria quickly hid the food and stood back. "You've dozed off, Noelle. Maybe you should head to bed?"

He spat as he grabbed my hair and started to drag me across the carpet. "P-please sir.. I won't do it again please forgive me"! I plead to him because I know what's coming and I hate it. Ever since Robbie killed my mother he's become even more of a monster and the treatment I endured before seemed like a paradise I reminisce on. Starvation, assaults on a daily, torture of unspeakable acts with knives, fire, water, and many more I can barely recall. But the one that gets me the most is his "special games". Which is done down in the cold smelly basement of the house.

Shape it. Pass it on. Because legends are not chains to bind us to the past. They are invitations— To remember. To choose. To become. So the next time a child asks, “Tell me the story again—this time, can I be the hero?” Someone will answer: “Yes. It’s always your turn to begin.” And in Eldoria, beneath the spiral branches and golden sun, the story will never end. It only waits for the next brave soul to write the future..

Somewhere far beyond, Seren smiled. > “So it continues.” --- The Endless Continuation The universe breathes once more. Worlds awaken. Stories rise. And somewhere, on a hill beneath a young red moon, a new storyteller opens her eyes and feels the hum of eternity inside her chest. The first thing she whispers isn’t a prayer, or a name, or even a word of fear. It is the same word that has carried every life, every star, every dream— > “Continue.”

But my mind couldn’t think of another explanation. I was starting to get the idea that the woman at the bar may have been for real. But what was she? Some sort of witch or deamon? She definitely was not the Fairy God Mother from my childhood movies. But it seemed to fit. Ariel lost her voice when she made a deal with the sea witch, and Cinderella did have a Fairy God Mother. All I needed now was a poisonous apple and a beast.

He licks his lips, and his long eyelashes brush his skin when he blinks most beautifully, and then he suddenly looks at me, holding my gaze and I freeze in that unknown gaze. Those colors I can not identify. "Have you found something?" he asks. I blink out of my haze, shaking my head, my cheeks heating up once more and this time I sit down, and bow my head so my gaze can not linger from the pages before me. I feel his eyes on me for a few seconds but they move back to the pages soon enough. I force myself to concentrate, and after enough scolding, I eventually do, following the story before me. It spoke of Adzar, the magic of chaos. This is why it opens doors to the endless. The Endless is w

"Guess never.” “This wolf is very rare, and fortunately, it chose our prince. It is full white like snow and has an enormous power that could destroy planets. Isn’t that exciting??” “Emm…” She pulled Noelle into the middle of the dance floor as the music blared. Lights flashed and a smoke filled the area with weird-smelling fog. They twirled and laughed as some friends and a few of the other kids joined them. The music cut out suddenly and the lights turned on mid song.