The Never Ending Story Novels & Stories

My girlfriend and best friend adopted a stray. She kept going to his place ever since. Whenever she did, she would have that look of impatience on her face as she said, "I would go over to his place, but that cat only lets me hold it." Blake Chaucer sneered. "You think I want you at my place? It's the cat that likes you, not me." They would squabble whenever they met up. Still, it didn't take long for her to memorize his door's passcode. She even remembered how he needed something warm before bed because he had a weak stomach. When she didn't show up on my birthday, she said, "The cat's having a fever, and he can't handle it himself." I held my resentment over our situation for a long, l

she said quietly, as the lights of Milan rose up ahead of them on the horizon, "for taking me back there. For letting me see it again, with everything we know now instead of everything we were too afraid to say." "Always," Adrian said, reaching over to find her hand on the console, the same simple, certain gesture he'd offered her a hundred times over the past year. "There's nowhere I'd rather stand with you than exactly where we started, now that we both finally know how the story actually turns out."

He looked, for lack of a better word, at home. That frightened me more than attraction ever could have. Attraction burns out. A man does not so easily walk away from a place he's finally allowed himself to belong. Different girl, a different year, a different house that had looked exactly as secure as this one right up until it wasn't. I did not intend to watch that particular history repeat itself under my own roof, whatever it cost anyone to prevent it. Brian's laughter cut off into some new demand…. a story, a game, I didn't stay to catch which, and I moved on before either of them noticed me standing there at all.

The story and tales of Everwood, will come back to Everwood and the story then the part of the real history will slowly come back. -unfinished tale of Mavis

How this seemingly never-ending war between the Enders and Kósmima started. That’s where Maya had met Mrs. Hasse in Neverwhere. The younger purple-haired girl was casually walking with no direction in mind when she saw the old witch. Everyone knew who the old lady was, but the relationship they had with the old witch was much different than just the old witch. In fact, she was their nanny when they were kids.

Writing "His Unfinished Love Story" was like talking to a friend for me. It came from a place where I was struggling with family stuff, and I didn't really have anyone to open up to—no best friends or unbiased family members. Counseling wasn't my thing, so I poured it all into this book instead.

This, dear reader, is the story of the world’s first, everlasting Doe. “Please…please tell me that this is not a children’s story…” Melissa said, boggled by the story she had just heard. “I never said it was a happy story and it’s not something you read to your kid at night. It’s something that schools usually make high school students read for a literature class, this is only part of the story. The real one is bigger,” Jax explained. “Her mother sold her. She sold her daughter,” Lola whispered and closed the book. She dragged her fingers over the pristine cover.

The only call he received was from someone asking when he planned to repay the money he had borrowed. Soon after, the doorbell rang. Connor tried several times to stand but failed, collapsing to the floor just as fireworks exploded outside the window. He thought back to how, every year around this time, Anne would insist on spending the whole day with him. Those moments, which he had once taken for granted, felt like unattainable luxuries. Connor let out a guttural, beast-like cry, tears streaming down his face. He tried calling Anne, only to find he had been blocked.

* * * * * * * * * * "There is no real ending. It's just the place where you stop the story." - Frank Herbert

" It doesn't have a body but I can imagine its dumbfounded face when I asked a completely out of nowhere question. I wasted no time waiting for it's the answer "Silence means yes." Then, I look blankly on the white space and think about an image of a glass table and sofa. Before the system can even ask what I'm doing, those things suddenly appear midair in front of us. "How can you do that?" It whispered, sounds kinda helpless to me. 'Yup, just like the novel.' I thought and a seat comfortably before starts seriously asking some necessary questions. "Okay? How can I redeem my world from that? Saving the world? That sounds bad for me." How can I prevent a world from ending if I can't even sav