All Good People Here Ending Novels & Stories

And they had finally, truly, come home. THE END

I am done with married women. The End

all over again. The End.

Perfect. Finally. **THE END**

Then there was an announcement again! ALL PARTICIPANTS ARE REQUIRED TO ASSEMBLE BACKSTAGE THE PROGRAM IS ABOUT TO BEGIN AND ALL VIEWERS ARE REQUESTED TO TAKE THEIR SEATS. Andrew and Liam bid us goodbye and rushed backstage. We wished them luck and looked for empty seats. We waited and settled down in the front row cheering. ----------------------------- A/ N How is the books so far? Please keep reading ❤ Don't forget to vote and comment.

Timothy asked, savoring a dumpling. "It's called 'The Good Girls' on N*****x," Althea replied. "I think we'll enjoy it." "Have you seen it before?" Timothy asked, taking a sip of his drink. "Not yet, but the summary sounds promising," Althea said. Timothy nodded, and they settled in on the sofa, snuggled up with blankets and pillows, sharing Chinese food and occasionally stealing bites from each other's plates. As they watched the show, the world around them melted away, and time stood still. They were lost in the moment, their hearts beating in sync, knowing their love knew no bounds. In that instant, it was just Timothy and Althea, Jonathan Carl and Maya Redfield… lost in their own little

* *That had always been the whole point. **THE END**

The phone was persistent, though. "Better take it, could be important," I said, chewing without a hint of annoyance. He picked up, and within moments, his face told me all I needed to know. It had to be that ever-present blast from his past, his childhood friend. After he ended the call, he turned to me with uncertainty in his eyes. "Yvonne's mom just passed out, and Yvonne's fresh off the plane. She's clueless about how things work at the hospitals here, and I—"

Terrence pressed a hand to his forehead and let out a slow breath, like he was making a grand concession. "You're right about everything, Mabel. I don't want to argue anymore. There's a new Velmarian restaurant on Hawthorne Street. The food's pretty good. Let me take you there. Think of it as my apology." I looked at him with a mocking smile. "Did you forget? I'm allergic to seafood. And I never eat anything spicy. The one who loves Velmarian cuisine is Anna. You've got the wrong person." Terrence's expression faltered for a moment, a flicker of panic crossing his face. "Sorry," he muttered.

Together. Always together. **THE END**