When Never Comes Novels & Stories

Liam stammered, his words incoherent. "Please, just let me hold Cecilia one last time, I beg you." His eyes were filled with tears. How ironic—and I thought Liam would never shed a tear. I hesitated. After all, Liam was Cecilia's father and the man she had longed to see one last time before she passed away. Just as I was about to hand over the urn in my arms, a voice rang out. "My dear Liam." Mia had arrived without me noticing. She gently wiped away Liam's tears. Her voice was filled with sorrow.

I was gone. "Catherine… Cathy… Sweetie… where are you? Please, come out! Cathy, I remember now… Please, just come out!" He screamed at the empty space, but no one answered. He fumbled with his phone, calling me over and over. Still, no response. It was then he realized, in a gut-wrenching moment of despair, that aside from my love for sculpture, he knew nothing about me. His knowledge of his own wife was painfully barren. The phone rang again. This time, it was Hannah. "Theo… where are you? It hurts so much… Please come back… Our baby…"

Every time I opened my eyes, I needed a few seconds to figure out whether I was in a nightmare or reality. My mom came to visit me. She told me that Aiden called her, explained everything in detail, and asked her to come take care of me. She stroked my face and sighed. "He sincerely admitted his mistake. He swore that nothing actually happened between him and that woman. "Lily, remember how you used to be obsessed with celebrities? You wrote whole notebooks full of love letters to them. Just think of it like that." I shook my head. "It's not the same."

The moment I reached the front door, I heard bursts of laughter coming from inside. … I quietly pushed the door open a crack. Julian and Vivian, who were supposedly still on vacation, had already returned. The house was filled with colorful balloons. A ten-tier birthday cake sat beside the dining table. Vivian wore a birthday hat, smiling brightly. “Julian, I heard you’ve never even celebrated Lydia’s birthday before. I’m really honored.” Julian waved dismissively and replied nonchalantly, “She’s just some country girl. What’s the point of celebrating her birthday? It’s a total waste of money.

It's our fifth year together, and I accompany my fiance, Theo Montague, to see the aurora he has always yearned to see. Fortune favors us that night as vivid green lights stretch across the snow-covered plain. He wraps his arms around me from behind and suddenly murmurs, "It's beautiful. Too bad we're still one step short of perfect." I freeze for a moment and ask him what we're missing. He doesn't answer, and I don't press him, either. After all, I've heard this phrase far too many times. When I go to great lengths to get him the out-of-print book he has his sights on for ages, he sighs. "We're still one step short of perfect." When we move into our beautifully furnished house and f

She began to sing a song to try and heal some of her pain “…Here comes goodbye…here comes the last time…here comes the start of every sleepless night…the first of every tear I’m gonna cry….here comes the pain…here comes me wishing things had never changed and he was right here in my arms…tonight…but here comes goodbye…” She let out another pain filled sob as she held onto her mate and son’s bodies ,”…why does it have to go from good to gone?….before the lights turn on, yeah and you’re left alone…all alone, but here comes goodbye…Here comes goodbye..here comes the last time…here comes the start of every sleepless night…the first of every tear I’m gonna cry….Here comes the pain…here comes me w

In the video, it was the anniversary of our fourth year of marriage. I smiled at the camera, gentle and content, and thanked him for all the care and patience he had shown me throughout our marriage. I also gave him the original design sketch for "Eternal Heart”, telling him that all of my feelings for him were written into that drawing. He smiled gently and told me that by our next anniversary, he would turn the sketch into a real piece and give it to me. At the end of the video, I smiled into the camera. "It's all over, Corleone. I wish you and Lilia happiness. From this day forward, we'll never see each other again."

“Let’s sit around, Waiting for the sun to rise Let’s sit around, Waiting for the moon to fall By the water As it glistens You could listen, To the sound of your tears To the sound of your tears But remember that I love you, I will forever No matter what happens, To me or you We’ll be together Through the years So as you cry Please listen, To the sound of your tears To the sound of your tears”

There'd never been a real winner. But this time, I wasn't planning to lose. … The wedding was set for three months later. In those three months, I turned all of Nuvak upside down. I went to the wildest club in the Reign district and danced on the pole for three days and three nights straight.

Isabella - Rain. Not the kind that’s cold, harsh, or makes you miserable. No, this was a nice, pleasant summer rain—one of those gentle showers that make everything glisten and smell like freshly cut grass and wet pavement. Perfect weather for... whatever adults do after work. For me, it was just another day trying to survive Logan Sinclair.