When We Were Bright And Beautiful Novels & Stories

Vibrant layers of color danced over every surface, and scattered between them were lines she’d written—some loud, some barely visible, like secrets whispering through the paint. Layla stepped closer, heart suddenly racing. At the bottom of the display was a small title card. “When We Were Almost” — by Jayden Carter & Layla Reyes Her chest tightened. They had never agreed on a title. And then she saw it—tucked into the bottom right-hand corner of the final panel. A new addition, one she hadn’t seen during their final session in the art room. It was her. Not the polished version she showed the world. Not even the shy girl Jayden had first met in the courtyard.

, Bright smiled and pulled out the extra bed attached to Ash. "We could go on our honeymoon...or is it too soon?", Bright rambled. Ash had a soft smile on his face as his eyes followed Bright around. "I think it's too soon. I literally messed up our whole life and I can't", Bright sighed and his smile vanished. Ash raised his hand and cupped Bright ' face. "Ash, you don't have to", Bright pleaded as Ash caressed his cheek and then pressed the back of his palm against Bright lips. Bright smiled and kissed his knuckles. He knew Ash was dying to speak. "Why are you so perfect!", Bright smiled as Ash pulled Bright ' hand and placed it close to his heart. Bright carefully slid his legs ba

Macy: “I mean I am only friends with her because her parents paid me to be nice to her since I was 5, otherwise I wouldn’t even care to be around her. An extra 5k a month has been really good lately!” I could feel the tears burning my eyes, why was I remembering this now? And why is it that I can't feel my legs or arms? I look around and feel my chest was super tight and it was like if my body was trying to keep the air out of my lungs, before I knew it, I was under water being chocked by Macy who looked like she couldn’t breathe herself, I try to help her but before I could I was thrown to the house my father had me and my mother trapped in... I look around to see that it was empty, looking

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

All of us. Together. And the future stretched ahead, bright and full of promise. Ready for whatever came next. Because we were stronger than any storm. Braver than any fear. And loved beyond measure. This was our story. Our happy ending. Our new beginning. And it was perfect. Absolutely perfect. THE END

Everything we had died for. She was the future. And the future was bright. "Scarlett." I turned. Adrian was standing behind me. "Adrian." "Are you okay?" "I'm fine." "You're not fine." "I'm alive." "That's all that matters." I smiled. "Adrian, I think we've created something beautiful." He smiled. "I think so too." We walked into the light. And we were ready for whatever came next. The world was healing. And we were healing with it.

Antonio said. I simply looked between the two men as they argued. "Any one want to tell me what's going on?" I asked. Antonio looked back to me and started to explain. "Our enemy, The Bright Sky Pack, tricked us into a peace treaty. You're going to help us find the treaty so it can be destroyed" he said. "Why do you want it destroyed?" I asked him. "It makes no difference to you. You will help us or we'll kill you for attempting to rob us" Antonio said. I could feel this weird energy in the room and it seemed to be emanating from Antonio. It felt like I couldn't say no, and not just because he threatened my life.

Every other day it is hidden away like a diamond, stuffed deep down in some stuffy box we try and pretend does not exist. Our families do not know each other. Our friends do not know each other. We should not know each other. "What do you want to know?" She asks me, with lips painted pink from the pressure of my lips against hers. She is so beautiful. Her large brown eyes stare at me like I have the secrets to life. Like I am the secret. She has no idea how she is the secret. What we have is the secret. What we have is a secret. I count her freckles before I answer, taking in the sights of beauty as I do every Friday. It is the memorization of her features that gets me through the next week.

To love anyway. And Owen and Lucas had both learned that lesson well. They had both learned that the most beautiful kind of wrong was the one that led you

And in that moment, I knew that I was safe, that I was protected from the cruelty of the world. Bridgette's face was a vision of loveliness, her skin smooth and unblemished, her eyes bright and shining. Her hair was long and dark, cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. And her smile, oh her smile, was like a ray of sunshine, illuminating the darkness and making everything seem bright and beautiful.