After The War Is Over Mga Nobela at Kwento

At last, everything is over. The End

They drink to that. And for the first time in months, I feel it. Peace. Real peace. The war is over. We won. Together.

"Why?" "The war is starting." It was as Olivia had predicted. The two countries were at a ceasefire for a couple of days so that the people in the city could get away or have a moment's respite. It didn't matter if Ethan wanted to do it or not. The battle between the two of them was inevitable. Both of them wanted Dexim City for themselves. "How do you know that? Who are you?" Olivia had to feign ignorance. "Just do as you're told. You don't have to concern yourself with anything else!"

"Make sure that their bodies are kept fresh After this war is over, I will shame them." "Yes, Your Majesty. “

"Then i guess this really is a new world" Jessica leaned in, her forehead resting against his. "No", she said softly. "It's our world". The sound of laugher and hammers echoed in the distance, blending with with whispers of the wind. Hope had found it's home again. And as they sat there survivors, lovers, builders of tomorrow the light touched their faces, bright and forgiving. The war was over. The pain was fading. But love their love had only just begun to bloom.

, I say before shooting him in the head, and blood comes splattering all over me. “I’ve got her”, I hear the sound of one of my men inside my ear. They have Hazel. I run to the front door waiting for her. My heart beat fast. The war is finally over. All the dead bodies surrounding us make us believe that is finally over and we will be able to live our lives without it happening anymore. We finally proved we are the leaders. We rule New York, and they can always try to take us down, but we survive, and we prevail. We are the best of the best, and no matter what they throw our way, we fight, and we make it disappear.

Of war. It was almost over. One way or another.

“I’m fine. Let’s move.” They sprinted toward the service tunnel, their bodies aching, adrenaline fueling their escape. Behind them, Kier’s compound burned. And as they slipped into the darkness, leaving behind the wreckage of a war that had nearly destroyed them— Ayesha allowed herself a single thought. They had survived. But at what cost? The Aftermath Three days later. Ayesha sat on the rooftop of their new safe house, watching the city lights flicker in the distance. The war was over.

“Stand down!” Breath ragged. Eyes wild. Everyone froze. I turned slowly. My voice softened. “The war is over. Let the last of your resentment die here.”

Aaron looked at her, disbelief in his eyes. Maya took a step closer. Her voice cracked. “This isn’t who we are.” Aaron exhaled. “Maybe not who we were. But it’s who we became.” Silence stretched. Then— Aaron let go of his gun. The war was over. But the scars? They would never heal.