When Never Comes Novels & Stories

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."

Three years after faking my death, Adrian Shaw and our son found me. I fought to get away from them. I cried. I struggled. I told them I'd rather die than go back. Then my seven-year-old son put his hand on my mother's ventilator. Adrian stood beside him, and his voice shook when he said it. "Mia, you pick. "Either your mother suffocates in that bed, or you're Mrs. Shaw again." I was shaking so hard I could barely stand up. But I didn't have a choice. I signed the papers and married him a second time. When I walked back into that house, I became the perfect wife and the perfect mother. Whenever my adopted sister Nina was upset and needed Adrian with her, I never called him — not

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.

“So, are you seeing anyone?” The question hit like a dart to the forehead. I knew it was coming, of course—it always did—but somehow, I never managed to dodge it. “No, Mom. I’m not seeing anyone,” I said, reaching for my water in a desperate attempt to seem nonchalant. She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing like a hawk spotting prey. “Why not? You’re not getting any younger, you know.” “Because,” I said, gritting my teeth, “I just got out of a relationship.”

Camila Sáez I looked at my cell phone every moment, waiting alertly if a message from Leonardo arrived, that man had gotten into my head in an amazing way that I never imagined could happen, and that is that from a moment we went from being complete strangers to knowing each other more than our own families.

I presume they'll get a clue eventually, that he won't say anything. I decide to go home right after. Dad's out of the country and mom's at work but I manage to keep myself company throughout the day. And then midnight comes... 'Please come out.' The text catches me off guard so much that I just stare at it for a while before my brain finally registers what it says. I don't waste time running out because the man hates waiting with a passion. It's not the first time he's coming to my house. He's been here a few times... to drop me off. However, it's the first time he just stops by like this. So my shock is justified.