Together Movie Novels & Stories

“Together.” The story that began in a dangerous snowstorm was still unfolding — hotter, deeper, and more real than ever.

"Then let's move on." "Together?" "Together."

“Tomorrow… we’ll solve everything. Together.” "Together." I agreed. And for the first time in a long time, I had the feeling it was a statement that could actually turn out to be true.

Hmp! I turned off my phone and focused on the movie. Whatever. Let him deal with himself! By the time the movie ended, I was crying. Why didn’t they end up together? It was heartbreaking. I could relate to the lead female character so much. They were already happy together. Why couldn’t they make it work? They were together for four years and decided to get married. Both were wealthy, so their wedding was grand. They were happy with no issues, and whenever they fought, they wouldn’t go to bed without making up. Goals, right?

BANG! "You caught it?" Max shouted. "Holy cow, Max! I did," Casper was laughing out loud and Azhea hid back again to where she was before. "Aw, bull's eye," he chuckled. Max praised Casper. Azhea still had no idea what was happening but when she looked closer at them she got surprised when she saw a big deer, bleeding so hard. She was speechless but there was nothing crueler when she saw them shot it again. "Look who's here, Casper." Max was smiling.

**ATTENTION, ATTENTION, this is an emergency broadcast. Repeat an emergency broadcast. A severe blizzard is coming this way, remain indoors, this will bring several feet of snow and have severe wind blasts. Repeat, this is an emergency broadcast.** Jay turned off the radio and looked at his girlfriend who was freaking out, her nails in her mouth. His head turned and he looked at his best friend for well over 25 years. Jake returned Jay’s look and Jake started to shake his head. Being friends for that long, Jake could read his friend and Jay stood up.

Together, we rushed to find our children, and our future. Together. The End.

Together. ---

I dazedly opened my phone. In a ten-second reel, Corbin was carrying Mabel while doing squats. In the sweltering summer heat, he wore a sleeveless tank top, and she wore a miniskirt. With every moment their skin touched, I felt sicker, though I was just watching it through a screen. Without saying a word, I double-tapped the reel and continued eating my lunch. Mabel clicked her tongue and said, “Aren’t you mad?” I looked at her, somewhat confused.

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