Tuck Everlasting Novels & Stories

She had only two more attempts before the lockbox permanently locked down, sending a silent, automated alert directly to Victor’s phone. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to think. Victor was a man of absolute control, but he was also a man deeply rooted in the history of his bloodline. The Volkov empire had been founded on a specific coordinate, a code that represented the legacy of his mother, the only other woman he had ever loved. She opened her eyes and typed in the coordinates of the family’s original estate: 1984. For an agonizing, breathless second, the box remained silent. Then, with a soft, mechanical whir, the light turned a steady, glowing green.

The tiny, folded slip of paper , Ethan Grant’s phone number , had become my personal religion. For fourteen agonizing days, it had lived tucked deep inside the stitching of my uniform apron, a burning coal against my skin. Two weeks. I had survived two weeks of perfect silence, two weeks of scrubbing floors and polishing secrets, pretending the warm pressure of his lips on my cheek had been nothing but a fever dream.

Tuck barely notices the time as he plays inside a Party Shop. Full of costumes and novelties, he goofs around the aisles as a firefighter. Pretending to drive a firetruck, put out pretend-fires and save store mannequins. Later swapping for a werewolf costume, then a stormtrooper. The fun dies when his name is called. "Tuck?" Eris's voice comes from his backpack. He rushes to it and digs out the radio. "I'm here." Tuck responds.

Wilson caressed Catherine’s cheeks lovingly. "Mom, can you stop praising her. My ear drum will bleed if I hear anymore complements about her" Alexander Wilson said in an irritated tone. "Stop it Alex" his mother hit his head. Catherine Davison felt she can accept everything in this world, except this alien Alexander Wilson, Sophie Wilson's younger brother. He is such a playboy. Always flirts with everyone, he is the least guy Catherine Davison wants to date. Catherine really don't want to see his annoying face in this happy occasion.

Jonathan removed every trace of me from the living room before redecorating it to Selena's preferences. The space was filled with flowers, stacked gifts, and a towering six-and-a-half-foot cake shaped like a castle that read, "Happy 28th Birthday to My Sweetheart." Selena's friends had all been invited, and the room buzzed with their whistles and cheers. "Come on, Selena! You said Jonathan was over you. Does this look like it?" "But Selena's 29 this year," someone remarked. Another replied, "Not to Jonathan. In his eyes, she will always be forever young. He probably intended to write '18' but accidentally put '28.'"

"Of course, that has always been the plan," "I love you, forever, Mrs. Katherine Salvador," "I love you more, my husband, my everything," He opened his arms and I got in without hesitating, loving how perfect my life is now and knowing it would be like this for a long, long, time. The End

I checked the rearview mirror to see if anyone was following us, and luckily, no one was, thank the goddess! We were in central Texas in the hill country. I needed to get us to the northernmost corner of her pack territory - Texline, the tiny town bordering my pack lands and her pack lands. My pack won’t go that far into Black Claw pack territory, and Black Claw never patrols that close to their pack borders, so it was almost like a “no man’s land” area. Perfect for my warehouse that my father’s Beta, Harold, helped me buy when I was a teenager. I had outfitted it with state of the art security and defense systems after purchasing it with Harold mainly to protect myself from my father and hi

TAKEN Epilogue Five years later Marcus stared numbly at the name encrypted on the grave plate, he didn't bring flowers today as he used to. In fact, it's been a long time he was here. He could see the previous ones had withered and so was his feelings. Instead he was there with a three year old girl and a woman in her early thirties beside him. And like he had informed them, he was just going to say his last bye to that woman he once married.