With You Nevermore Novels & Stories

I called the number I remembered, "Hey, Mya. It's me." "Sophia, is that really you? You finally remembered me!" Mya was my bestie, but after things got bad with Charles, he would not let me see her, and we lost touch. "Mya, I need to get away from Charles quietly. Can you help me?" "Of course! You're finally going to dump him." Mya did not ask any questions and said yes right away. Mya was a lawyer with lots of connections. She found some people who could help me pretend to be dead.

"Dad, did we really lose Mom?" Noah closed the invitation with a quiet sigh. "Yeah." Both father and son sat quietly, each lost in their heartbreak. Suddenly, Noah's phone rang. He glanced down and saw that it was an unknown number. But somehow, he already knew who it was. With a cold expression, he declined the call, deleted the log, and blocked the number—all in one smooth motion. … On the day of the wedding, Justine was dressed in a gorgeous gown, and Megan was dolled up as an adorable flower girl.

Swiftly, my mouth opened and my tone picked on his favorite song: My heart melts whenever you grip me And I suddenly realize I am immortal. When I lock eyes with you Can we kiss till the sun goes by May this love never say goodbye I continued the rest of the verse through sobs… Tension ahead…

" We had to laugh. Zara Larsson - Never forget you started playing. We hummed to the tune. Michael's low rumbling voice started singing along: I used to be so happy But without you here I feel so low I watched you as you left but I can never seem to let you go 'Cause once upon a time you were my everything It's clear to see that time hasn't changed a thing It's very deep inside me but I feel there's something you should know I will never forget you And you will always be by my side From the day that I met you I knew that I would love you till the day I die And I will never want much more And in my heart I will always be sure I will never forget you And you will always be by my side till the

The voice on the other end sounded sharp and spoke rapidly. "Preemie", "Lester", "inherit"—as I heard these familiar yet foreign words, they seemed to turn into electric shocks that ran through my brain. It constantly stimulated my nerves. I didn't know how much time had passed before Quinton suddenly turned around. "Honey, I have something to take care of. I'll be back later," he said. "Okay."

Finally, she took her weak son and boarded a high-speed train. ‘Sean, from now on, we have nothing to do with each other ever again.’

Regina furiously pointed at Shantal’s calm, smiling face, her vision black as her body shook as if she were about to fall. In the next second, Regina felt Shantal give her a tremendous tug, so that Regina was right in front of Shantal. Regina saw Shantal lean close to Regina’s ear. Shantal spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear. “Regardless of what you want from me, I will tell you three words. It will. Never. Happen.”

I blinked, pulling myself back. “I’m listening,” I said hurriedly. “You’re not.” The elevator doors slid open into the lobby. Adrian stepped out first, then slowed when he realized I hadn’t moved right away. “Amara.” I exhaled slowly and followed him out. The lobby was quieter now. Evening had deepened into night. The building glowed with expensive silence, all polished marble and hidden tension. “I need air,” I said. Adrian studied my face for a second, then nodded. “Fine. But don’t go back up there tonight.” The words were simple, but the tone beneath them wasn’t.

There are moments in a life when the world grows quiet—not because it has ended, but because it has chosen, briefly, to look away. By then, ours were no longer new. Secrecy had become its own language between us, refined through repetition and trust. A sprig of lavender left where only I would notice. A phrase spoken without meaning to any ear but mine—“The west corridor runs cold today.” I never answered. I never needed to. I simply altered my steps and went where I was meant to go.

“You can go as far as you want… but you’ll never really be gone.” Her trembling hand rested over her heart. “You’ll always be here.” The sky grew darker, clouds heavy with grief. A soft breeze stirred, lifting strands of her hair. And amidst the sobs and silence, it felt as if the world itself mourned with them—knowing that some farewells are never truly accepted.