A Story Cut Short Novels & Stories

"We need a way to land!" I saw the "Story" trying to force us into a tragic finale. The momentum of the fall was a narrative choice made by the ghosts of the past. I swung the pen again, the ink glowing like a second sun. "THE ENDING IS NOT WRITTEN UNTIL THE CHARACTER SIGNS."

Her sentence got cut way short, as in she ended up six feet under. Things calmed down for the club. And they all lived happily ever after! ~~~THE END~~~ Please check out my other stories!! Thank you for reading!

Until now, whenever she had asked her aunt or tried to broach the subject, her aunt had fiercely shut it down, insisting her parents were dead and there was no reason to discuss it. Her aunt had told her no stories of her parents, their hometown, or their families, explaining that it was for the best. Looking at Adrian Cagliari, a chilling certainty washed over her: there was far more to her story than she knew.

He pushed back the door and forced himself in. Baby pulled out a dagger from her pocket and aimed it at him. Her insane reaction was shocking enough to bring him to a halt. ”Please Baby. Just one minute, a second. That's all I ask. I just wanna talk. I missed you.“ Diam pleaded. Four years later he was back to a love story that was left unfinished. A love story that had nothing but tears and heartbreaks. A love story that never had a closure. They'd just broken apart like they never happened.

She'd already pressed the dial button and was scuffling her way to the window when she heard the phone say: "The number you dialed does not exist, please check the number and try again." She hurried to the phone and looked at the screen. Was she foolish or was it tension at the time of turmoil? She saw what she had dialed; it stared back at her 91911. She immediately punched the exit key and dialed 911 and hit the dial button. She took the phone with her to the window, carefully avoiding her feet from being cut by the shards of glass on the floor. She shuddered as she heard two consecutive shots under a scream that sounded like Richard's.

Some stories weren’t meant to end. They just waited until after hours to start again.

This is it. This is how my story ends—not with romance, not with adventure—but with deportation and unpaid cleaning fees. I forced a shaky smile. “Uh… would a membership card from Target count?”

Epilogue: Not All Love Stories Have Happy Endings Not every love story is destined to end with a romantic reunion or a picture-perfect ending. Some love stories are lessons, shaping the people we become and teaching us to value ourselves. For Henry and Penny, the end of their relationship wasn't the end of their growth—it was the beginning. As they stepped away from each other, they carried with them the hard-earned understanding that true healing often requires letting go.

Feelings grew between the two in the weeks that followed, trying as much as possible to spend most of their time together and especially naked. The long running sweet, sexually fulfilling fairy tale that had been their life for the last one month was, however, cut short. A happening they both knew was beyond their control. Promises were made, more passionate romantic sexual escapades happened and teary, that said goodbye. Only this spelled a new doom awakening in their lives.

he stopped abruptly and looked at me. “I didn’t know what happened next because the book was gone,” he said sadly and I grinned bitterly. "Ahh! I'm hooked on the story, after all, what do you think is the end of that story?" I asked and thought for a moment. "Hmm..not all stories end happily ever after, sometimes there are stories that have a tragic end," he replied and I agreed. "What if someone dies among the protagonists in the story?" I asked as I thought about it.