A Bug's Life The End Novels & Stories

"And that would mean the end for both of us." "You are a simple being," it let out, chattering. "Did you think they would kill me?" I paused to process what the animal was talking about. "Remember, I am an animal, and you are the one they are looking for. There are hundreds of holes here that I can jump into and escape. Unlike you," the animal paused and rolled its eyes dramatically. "You will have to run in this niche forever."

"Yes, Luke. I'm throwing you away now. From now on, you can stay exactly where you belong and spend the rest of your life regretting how you betrayed me and destroyed everything." "No, Bianca! You can't do this to me! Come back!" He cried out desperately and slammed his hands against the glass. The guards immediately restrained him. I stood, smoothed the wrinkles from my shirt, then turned and walked away without looking back. Outside, the sunlight was almost blinding. I looked up. Clouds drifted slowly across the blue sky. Ramond was dead, and Luke's life was destroyed. Their so-called happy family of three had been nothing more than an illusion built on lies and betrayal.

After a lengthy explanation and an even longer lecture from the officers, the whole fiasco ended with a 500-dollar fine. By the time they walked out of the station, the sky was streaked with the last light of sunset. Kyle's phone rang. "Mr. Wyatt, we have a problem. The project Anya's team was handling just blew up. You need to get back here now! "The client is at the office, and they're furious..." Before Kyle could ask any questions, there was a burst of static on the other end, and the call dropped.

she read the painter's signature on the bottom side of the canvas. Her gaze turning onto the wood's description below the painting. “Happy Sad Ending, RI from German,” she read the title of the painting. 'Oh, he is not local painter, he come from oversea,' Jane thought while read the word German. 'Happy Sad Ending — The farewell is a common thing that always comes as a couple of the meeting. Sometimes you have to end the meeting and saying farewell to someone that made you happy, but you have to let it go for their future happiness or your future happiness.'

With the little sounds I could hear, there was a battle of bullet exchange not too far from us. I couldn’t stand for long on my two feet and Hunter noticed as he gripped me against his chest and began yelling. “ HELP! SHIT… HELP!!!” Slowly I was losing consciousness as I fought to stay awake. Before everything became black the last thing I heard was. “ Iris please don’t leave me” Or …. I’m not so sure. So I guess that’s how it ends?

"Ma'am, I went to your house this morning to pick up some documents, and I saw this on the couch. I believe Morgan had drawn this, and I thought it would make you happy just seeing it." He handed the drawing to me with three little stick figures holding hands in crayons with smiles on their faces. Scott thought it was the three of us. I thought so too… Until I saw the date in the lower right corner. That date was the day my parents had died in that car crash. My voice shook. "How did you get this drawing?" Scott looked confused and answered honestly. "It was on the living room couch. I picked it up without thinking..." I burst out laughing, my laughter sounding like it was laced with despair

He confiscated my communicator, cutting off all contact between me and the outside world. He assumed that as a physically fragile Healer, once deprived of these, I would have no choice but to obey him and let him control me. However, he forgot something. I sat alone in the empty stone house, listening to the steady footsteps of the guards outside. Late the next night, Raelor returned. There was a faint herbal scent clinging to him. It was the calming pregnancy incense Seraphine often used. "Seraphine is out of danger," he said. "But the pup was affected. It has become restless. You should be grateful the pup survived. Otherwise…"

"Alright, then go ahead and die." The water in the bathtub kept rising, covering the wound on Henley's shoulder and the glass shard embedded in his wrist. He didn't want to fight anymore. He wanted to find Joanna, kneel before her, and beg for forgiveness. If she could forgive him, that would be great. If not, it would be his punishment. With these thoughts, Henley's face slowly sank beneath the water. … Three days later, a team of police officers arrived at the house. They had received an anonymous tip, detailing an old food poisoning case that had led to a death.

“A love bug has the male and female, Sera fed the female bug to Joshua while she ate the male bug. Anyone who eats the male bug has the power to control the person who ate the female bug and as long as the bug is still in the body, no matter what you do, you cannot save him. He will always continue to listen to her; the only way you can stop that is to destroy the bug inside him gradually, so it won’t have an effect on him. That liquid in the vial isn’t going to solve anything; it’s for spells and not for bugs. You need something else, like a worm killer or something, maybe pesticide might solve it. I'm pretty sure he won't die.” I giggled when she said that. If that’s the case, then the See

On the day of my mother's funeral, I sat outside the chapel, crying so hard I could barely stand. Three days earlier, my father had told me she'd died in a car accident. He said her body was so badly damaged that I shouldn't see it. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I believed him. I put on a black dress and sat beside her casket all night. Ten minutes before the cremation, my phone buzzed. A notification popped up for a hotel livestream. I opened it and froze. My mother was on the screen in an evening gown, smiling as my younger sister, Nina Whitmore, handed her a glass of champagne. My father sat beside her, his eyes red. "From now on, Nina doesn't have to live in Evelyn's shadow or suffer