The Never Ending Story Novels & Stories

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.

"When I heard about your story, I felt touched. I wanted the team to know about this brave young boy who saved my friend's life when she was trying to save his." He says now lowering his body to match Josh's height against the door. I try not to react to his words. Josh did save me but I never told him that. "Josh, please come out." He says softly and the door opens not too long after to reveal a sad Josh who makes his way to him to give him a hug. My heart breaks a little because he never lets me hug him but I'm happy to see him face to face with his hero. We leave the toilet once people start getting in and looking at us funny then go into a room I've never seen before. Ezra explains that

away from the planets of these two, beyond the reach and conjecture of all. And the end of the story was just as far from the imagination as the writer. If the fairy got the alien, there was no loss-making deal and if she didn't get it? Not every story has to end in laughter. Some stories even become immortal and these incomplete, immortal stories are more appealing.

I don’t want to dirt his bed. "There's nothing like this in our village. I'm just used to street games," I said while looking at the words 'Game over' on the screen of his big television. "Street games, huh?" That seemed new to him. I turned to Luxious. "Street games like: chasing, hide-and-seek, heaven and hell, and more. It's fun especially when you have a lot of friends." Luxious went silent. "Why?" I was nervous at the expression on his face.

It seems a good place to be. He steps behind me and kisses the side of my temple. "Nope. This is just the beginning. True love stories never end." END OF VOLUME FIVE: HACK This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author recognizes the trademarks and copyrights of all registered products and works mentioned within this work.

"Mom, this guy's weird. He's always the first one here and the last one to leave. But he never asks for photos or autographs. What does he even want? You think he's trying to steal a painting?" The second I saw the blurry figure on the screen, my chest tightened. We hadn't seen each other in decades, but I recognized him instantly. Sean leaned over for a look too. He clearly realized who it was and started to say something, but I pressed a hand against his arm and lightly shook my head. I smiled at Ellie. "Maybe he's just an older superfan." Ellie looked excited. "Maybe he's the mystery buyer who keeps paying insane prices for my paintings!

I never knew the name was my executioner. "You’ve reached the end of the page, Hazel," a voice boomed. It wasn't a sound in the air. It was a thought placed directly into my brain. "Every story needs a finale. And yours is a tragedy." The giant fountain pen descended. The nib was as sharp as a spear, dripping with ink that looked like melted stars. It touched the ground a mile away, and a massive wave of white emptiness started to erase the city. People weren't dying; they were just vanishing. They were being un-drawn.

As unprecedented existence. Forever. Or until forever breaks us. Whichever comes first. The story continues! END OF CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR TO BE CONTINUED...

Then he said: “Morrigan gathers stories.” “And?” “Not books.” He pointed to the inhabitants of Nerevin. “Life.” The city was quiet. Even the rain seemed to be lurking. “Every man leaves a story.” The boy kept talking. “Most of them disappear.” “But some don’t.” Morrigan stopped. In the middle of the square. As if she heard every word. “Some stories change the world.” The boy looked at Mara. “And yours belongs to it.” Mara wanted to answer. But suddenly her card began to shine.

You always want what you can't have. My voice echoed through the venue, carried to every corner by the speakers. Terrence's face turned pale. He opened his mouth to explain, but I didn't give him the chance. "To you, the unattainable is always the most desirable. But once you have something, you never cherish it. Someone like you doesn't deserve to talk about love at all." In the end, Terrence walked away, looking utterly lost and broken. I thought that would be the last time our paths ever crossed in this lifetime.