All Good People Here Ending Novels & Stories

"Good." The End.

"Is the movie over?" "Almost, buddy. Just a little bit more." At 7:32 PM: Eleven confirmed. All targets neutralized. No complications. Teams extracting. It was done. Eleven people dead. Becca's conspiracy destroyed. Christopher Hale Jr.'s revenge ended before it could truly begin. We'd won. "Von?" Marissa's voice was barely a whisper. "I think I'm going to be sick." I helped her up, guided her to the bathroom, held her hair while she vomited into the toilet. Reaction setting in. The reality of what we'd ordered finally hitting.

She got everything. THE END.

The End 💕💖💕💝💕💖💕💝💕💖💕💝💕💖💕💝💕💖💕💝💕💖💕💝💕💖💕💝💕💖💕💝💕💖💕💝 Hi dear readers, This the end of this book. I really hope I have fulfilled your expectation. Do you all want Ace and Alina's book?

lisa : what happened me : I told to him he followed her laya : okay me : I hope everything will get settled lisa : yeah it will I seen mahi uncle coming back so I went near him he went into grandpa room and came out even niha too came did she escaped why he is calm what happened oh no my plan backfired laya : why you are looking dull me : I think she is escaped lisa : it's okay we have many plans dont worry me : I hope so laya : see though how many times evil people tries to win on good people at the last good people only wins me : let's wish that to happen lisa : don't worry everything will be good and everyone will be happy me : hmm I too slept by hoping everything to be normal as before

"Good night....." The room was quiet afterwards, it was silent and peaceful and it made them realize that no matter what happened, they always had each other.....and that was all they needed. THE END~...Now go to the next chapter 😝

This is our happily ever after. *** THE END ***

"I don't want anyone to hear us celebrating." THE END

I don't have to think about anything mafia anymore. I'm fucking free…..yes…yes….yes! We can finally put an end to our story, me and Elle. We finally get our happy ever after. AHH..fuck! My life hasn't felt better. THE END

At the door, she stopped, like every person who comes to this door to see her does, when there is one last thing to say. "He is good for you," Allison said, her back turned to Irina, "Neo. For all of my mistakes-put him in the house, near that man-that I don't regret." And then she was gone. Irina stayed in the small sitting room and listened to the front door slam, and stared at the indentation in the cushion that her fourteen-year-old best friend had occupied, and let the quiet settle over her like it was laying something to rest. She did not cry. Irina waited a few minutes then stood and smoothed the cushion where Allison had sat before leaving the room and returning to the library. Neo l