Tuck Everlasting Novels & Stories

“Why does everyone assume I need a tragic backstory to justify what I am?” Adrian said, strolling slowly toward me like he had all the time in the world. His eyes locked on mine as he continued, “Oh no, honey. It isn't because mummy dearest died giving birth to me. Or because dear old dad was too busy to tuck me in at night" He stopped when he was directly in front of me. So close that his tall frame was towering intimidatingly over me. I lifted my chin stubbornly to look him in the eye, refusing to cower. He smirked at that, his hand going to swipe a stray strand of hair from my face. “Some of us,” he murmured, “are not broken.” His eyes darkened. “Some of us are just s

Bought as a defect. Destined as his mate. As the last heir of the Wolf Kings, Grey Stormborn carries the burden of a dying kingdom. Bound by an ancient curse to the Everlasting Tree, his people are losing their ability to shift, their fertility, and their future. Only a rare Rona—a woman blessed with the power of flowers—can save them. Desperate, Grey purchases the only Rona he can afford. Maya is mute, timid, and utterly useless by every measure. Her flowers bloom only to wither moments later. Forced into a one-year marriage contract, Grey plans to fulfill his duty, secure an heir, and part ways forever. But beneath Maya's silence lies a devastating secret. When dragons descend

When my wife, Rebecca Walsh, misses my chemotherapy session for the 99th time, I come across a post on social media. "I won my lover's heart with a kidney. She will surely love me to death, right?" The attached photo shows a couple kissing on a street in Targon. The woman has a small heart-shaped scar on her neck. What a coincidence—it is exactly the same as Rebecca's. The woman who nearly dies for me falls in love with someone else so easily. The comments below are full of encouragement from strangers. "Man, you're so brave. Wishing you everlasting love." "If I were the woman, I would love you to death." I leave a comment too. "I hope you are together until you are in the depths of h

After awakening years before the demise that once destroyed me, I, Lucy Hale, swear I will never again fall for Adrian Hawthorne. In my last life, loving him earned me nothing but humiliation, betrayal, and a future broken beyond repair. Now, armed with memories I shouldn't possess, I tuck myself away inside my boutique, determined to avoid him, avoid fate, avoid everything. But the universe has never been kind to my plans. No matter how I twist the timeline, Adrian keeps slipping back into my life, closer, impossibly entangled. His eyes linger longer than they should. His questions cut deeper than I’m ready to admit. And worst of all, he seems drawn to me in ways he never was before.

Bastien marries me only for duty. I reject him and leave for good by faking my death. Yet he goes crazy looking for me. He says he loves me when we meet again. No! I don't buy it. I can't let him steal my child! ** "She's not yours!" The front door was locked and deadbolted, but it only takes Bastien and his Betas a moment to break past those defenses. As Bastien towers in the doorway, his silver eyes glowing with barely contained fury, I realize it's all over. Everything I've worked for these past three years is already lost; every tear I've shed and sacrifice I've made has all been for nothing. I come to stand in front of my ex-husband. Goddess I’d forgotten how handsome he

The nurse's hands are trembling as she hands me the "Body and Cornea Donation Consent Form". She asks, "Mr. Stone, is Stellan's mother coming?" I gently wipe the blood from my son's lips and slowly shake my head. "No. She's saving someone else's child." My son, Stellan Stone, is born with a complex congenital heart defect. My wife, Sharon Claude, is the youngest cardiothoracic surgeon in the country. Five years ago, she tells me she's going overseas to study the most advanced surgical techniques so she can come back and perform Stellan's operation herself. For the past five years, she has sent home research papers, case studies, and handwritten surgery plans. She always says, "Just w

Having a perfect mate is obviously the greatest wish of every werewolf,but what becomes the outcome when you receive the direct opposite of such wish and fantasies. Damien Dark, the young Alpha prince of the red blood pack,in search of his mate inorder to attain the role of the pack's alpha right after his father's death. Fate plays an expensive trick of hers, mating prince Damien alongside Kara Dugan, immediate daughter to Kyle Dugan,leader of the black eagles werewolf Hunter clan. A hunter clan popularly known for their brutality and hatred towards werewolves. Hundreds of werewolf packs has fallen and gone extinct by their toxin blade's and so has the red blood pack earn countless

She thought finding her mate would be the beginning of her fairy tale. Instead, it became the hardest fight of her life. Tamara is the cherished daughter of Alpha Ronan of Moondusk Pack. She was raised on stories of fated mates and everlasting love. So when she discovers her mate during the annual Moon Gathering, she believes the moon goddess has finally smiled on her. That is, until she learns who he is. Alpha North of Night Sword Pack is the most feared alpha throughout the South for his ruthless leadership and brutal traditions. His pack respects only strength, and the weak are shown no mercy. To Alpha North, mates are a distraction. To his pack, Tamara is an outside

“It’s you,” he slides his hand down the nape of her neck. “Or nothing else,” he looked at her like she was the only star in the night sky and leaned close to her lips. “It took me so long to find you, yet, you came exactly when I needed you.” Saying this, she kissed him like he was the air keeping him alive. Love is a patient, soft and everlasting feeling, when you find such love, there will always be a part of your heart that would definitely change. Gavin Garrick was a man full of love, but everything turned black when he lost his parents and the love of his life abandoned him, being alone and facing such tragedy made him build a high wall around him, he became ruthless and cruel, but sudd

My husband, Brody Singer, is the deputy director of a hospital and is known for being level-headed. He is so levelheaded that on the very day I miscarry, he still chooses to take Isabelle Wood, his late rescuer's widow, to look at cemetery plots first. He says, "She's been dreaming about David a lot lately, and it's making her uneasy. You have nurses over there. I'll be right back." Lying in my hospital bed, I open the location he sends me. It's an upscale cemetery with a double burial plot. The permanent maintenance fee costs 18,000 dollars. I text him back, "Nice choice. The grave is located in a bustling commercial district." He doesn't reply, but the comments floating before my eyes