The Never Ending Story Novels & Stories

"Is this supposed to be my rap sheet?" Dexter Carrington asked, barely glancing at the diary before setting it down. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. "Come on, Ivy, knock it off. Brianna and I just finished a huge project. I'm dead on my feet, and I really don't have the energy to deal with this right now." He didn't have the energy? I looked down. The phone in his hand was still lit up, open to a conversation with Brianna Holt.

asked our neighbor. “He’s gone. I don’t even know where that shameless man is anymore,” I replied. “When are you going to pay your debt? My store’s empty because you keep borrowing every day.” “Once I get a job, I’ll pay everything back.” “You better. It’s been a long time.” “What’s the matter, child?” Mom asked. “Nothing, Mom. Let’s go inside.” “Sorry, this is all the food I could afford. I didn’t earn much from laundry work today.”

Zack's hands trembled as he opened it, his last shred of hope disintegrating. [Zack, I wish you and Nancy happiness,] it read. [Let's end it here.]

Three years after faking my death, Adrian Shaw and our son found me. I fought to get away from them. I cried. I struggled. I told them I'd rather die than go back. Then my seven-year-old son put his hand on my mother's ventilator. Adrian stood beside him, and his voice shook when he said it. "Mia, you pick. "Either your mother suffocates in that bed, or you're Mrs. Shaw again." I was shaking so hard I could barely stand up. But I didn't have a choice. I signed the papers and married him a second time. When I walked back into that house, I became the perfect wife and the perfect mother. Whenever my adopted sister Nina was upset and needed Adrian with her, I never called him — not

The End raised one hand. A portal opened. I saw a world filled with beautiful cities. People were smiling. Children were playing. Nobody was sick. Nobody was hungry. Nobody was dying. It looked perfect. Then I noticed something. Nobody was growing older. Nobody changed. Nobody could leave. Everyone was trapped inside the same day. Forever. My daughter looked horrified. They can't die. No. The End answered. They can't live either. I closed the portal. What do you want us to do? The End looked at my daughter.

We never got to see how they lived happily though, but the smile in the last scene after which the The End, flew or swivelled or zoomed in, made it obvious. Nisim did tell me later that The Thief was a short story and short stories ended that way! It was five pages long, much longer than the stories in the book Deuta had gifted me on my eleventh Birthday – Aesop’s Fables – the stories in this book were never more than two pages. And always with a moral at the end. The Thief didn’t have a moral – that was the best part though – I never liked memorizing morals. But the thing was, my brother was calling the longest story I had read till then, a short story! By then, though, I had some idea of a

Her life has changed so much after meeting him and she is in love with this life. "Yes, and it will remain like this baby... Nothing will change..." He kissed her cheek. "I want you to stay by my side... Always!..." "I'll be with you... Always..." She confessed. "Promise?..." "Promise!..." She pulled him in a passionate kiss hoping for a beautiful ALWAYS and FOREVER.... THE END

Sophia spoke up. Meg wiped the corners of her mouth. "I'd advise you to eat for dinner, there are only two meals here. "How long have you been here?" inquired Meg. "Ten years," she replied with a tired but determined expression. The answer left Meg shocked. How could anyone endure such a long and harrowing existence within those walls? "And when will you leave here?" asked Meg, hoping to find some ray of hope. The woman let out a heavy sigh before answering with a palpable sadness in her voice. "Never. No one really gets out of here alive."

“He's such a good person. He comes to the school during breaks and we have lots and loads of fun.” Wait…. No no no. He had would not do that. It's not possible and there was no way they'd let a stranger into their school. “Did you say he had green eyes like you?” She nodded. What I was fearing was coming into place, “black hair, and he's very tall.” She nodded Fuck. “Yeah. He did say his name. Charles. His name is Charles.” “What did I tell you about talking to strangers?!” I shouted and she staggered back. Tears where running down from my face now. She looked scared and the happiness on her her face few minutes ago vanished.

Later, I learned he liquidated his empire, declared bankruptcy, and emptied his accounts into mine. At the Kingston family cemetery, he erected tombstones for the children we’d never meet, mourning them daily. It was a plea for absolution. But life only moves forward. And I? I refused to glance back.