When Never Comes Novels & Stories

I laughed, shaking my head as they sped on, whooping and hollering as they leaned out the windows, obviously enjoying their new freedom, too. I shook my head, smiling as heat filled my cheeks at having been busted, but it felt good to hear. A moment later, the song ended and Garth Brooks’ If Tomorrow Never Comes came on the radio and I started singing along. It was a sad song, but had such a great message, that if he were to pass away, would the love he gave her be enough to last the rest of her life.

He turned and left without another look back. Ivory waited for him through the night, but he never came back. The iciness of the water seeped into her bones, yet the aphrodisiac was still eating away at her from inside. She felt like countless ants were gnawing at her body. The water's iciness couldn't get rid of the heat inside her—it could only temporarily keep her lucid. She was burning inside, yet she was freezing on the outside. She was trapped between fire and ice.

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

My best friend and my girlfriend's graduation trip vlog blew up online, racking up millions of likes. The comments were full of people swooning over their picture-perfect love story. Someone finally asked who the guy sitting quietly in the corner was. Suzanna Jones replied to the comment: [Just some random guy. I don't know him.] When I sent her a screenshot, she explained impatiently. "You stutter when you talk. Putting you on camera would only make you look ridiculous. "Elliot and I are only pretending to be a couple so he can make enough money to pay for his mom's medical treatment, so stop getting jealous over nothing." For the past year, I had practiced speaking to my phone ever

"When I arrived, I saw him crouching outside your room, crying. The nurse told me that whenever you're asleep, he always comes in to see you, sobbing and smiling at the same time." However, what they didn't know was that I hadn't slept in a long time. The morphine wasn't working anymore. The agonizing pain made me wish I was dead. Every time I closed my eyes, the only thing that comforted me was the memories of the past. I didn't really understand why Bree was telling me this. Nonetheless, she just stared at me and said seriously, "I'm scared that you'll regret this." Shaking my head, I told her not to worry and asked her to continue.

"Oh, right. Sorry, I just didn't remember you at first." Brandon Smith was someone I knew from college. We did not really hang out much. He had zero contact with Charles, so I had nothing to worry about. "Why are you here? Do you go to college here too?" I asked. Brandon grinned, his eyes twinkling. "I'm a researcher at this college." "Wow, that's cool," I said. "It's so unexpected to see you again. I thought I'd never find you after you got married and then just vanished. I tried to find out what happened to you, but there was no luck."

They never left me alone my entire life even for a second and all of sudden they just died. I went into depression and it took so many consultants to coax me into accepting that they are never gonna come back. Slowly but gradually I started accepting it. It took so much work from my nana to make me feel alive again. But everything turned devastating the moment the two of the most cruel people I ever met came into my life. They made my life a living hell. They killed nanna in front of my eyes. They tortured me for three years straight, with all the different kinds of turtle you can think of.

Mom called from time to time with updates. Linnea had come by the house again, trying to find me through them. Eventually they told her I was traveling, and she stopped showing up at the building, lurking downstairs in the early morning or late at night, startling them out of nowhere. I listened to Mom's gentle voice as she talked about things at home and mentioned Linnea's name. Hearing it stirred nothing in me anymore. She had become part of the past, completely and finally.

Carlos and Sky was such a man, he couldn't be teased, so much so that he ignored people he didn't know or hated. I was a little angry when I noticed and thought about how he had treated me in the past. I warned you again. “Get out of here quickly, or I will call the police.” I paused and I quietly remembered. “It's against the law, it's here. Why don't you go away?" I turned to enter the condo when a cold, Clara voice sounded behind me. The voice sounded as if it had emerged from the sky, come as if it said: “You are Natalia Moom, right?”

“I’ll never talk to him again. I despise that man.” “You’re only saying that because you’re still angry. But with just one kiss from Gabriel—who knows? Anyway, go to sleep. You might not be able to answer the call tomorrow.” The next day, around nine in the morning, the agency called me. “Hello, who’s this?” “This is the agency. Can you come here now?” “Yes, Ma’am. Right now?” “Yes, Ma’am. Right now.” I quickly got dressed and prepared myself before heading to the agency.