Alyssa It Ends With Us Novels & Stories

Alyssa replied to Julia. "I have a surprise for you. After closing time of course." Alyssa said. And I couldn't help but wonder what it was. "I can wait." I replied. "That's right. Exercise patience." Alyssa said to me. "Hm. I will keep an eye on both of you." Julia said to us. "Yeah, you do that." Alyssa replied to Julia's statement. The chat got over and we started work fully. Both Mr Stark and Alyssa have something to tell me after closing.

He wouldn’t rest until she was his completely. MOONLIGHT streamed through the windows as Alyssa stretched, her body aching in a million delicious places. She marveled at how treasured and sated she felt. Every night she spent with Luc ended in mind-blowing passion, but this one . . . She couldn’t help but sigh in bliss.

Alyssa The sun is setting in the horizon casting an orange glow across the sky. I stare at the clouds moving lazily above the trees watching them turn pinkish red then fade away as night falls. I stretch my arms over my head yawning loudly. I stand stretching my legs and back getting ready for bed. Suddenly, the door opens making me jump startled by its suddenness. "Hey, Alyssa!" Adam yells coming towards me. "You forgot something." He hands me a bag containing my clothes and shoes.

I never liked her that much. I couldn't hold it in anymore. My slap landed hard across Blake's face. "Blake Keller, we're done. I'm giving you two my blessing." Noelle hurried forward to stop me. "Dawn, you're getting the wrong idea. He just—" I threw the pregnancy report and diary straight at her face. "That baby belongs to Blake, doesn't it? Do you two have any shame at all?" Blake bent down and calmly picked everything up, his expression terrifyingly composed. "So what, Dawn? Our wedding's next week. If we break up now, how will you explain it to your family?"

"You definitely made my night awesome." "Nah, it's no problem." He smiled softly at me. "I should do that with strangers more often." I chuckled, "You know what you should actually do? Publish those photos." "I'll think about it." He chuckled as well. "Well, good night, Grace Anderson of California." "And a wonderful night to you too, Mark Finston of New York." That was the last thing I said before I headed for the elevators, giving him one last wave before I stepped inside and took a deep breath.

Alessio carried him up the stairs slow, steady, secure each step echoing the same truth: The story was done. The war was over. The ending was good. And in the doorway of their bedroom, Noa whispered the last line of their entire journey: “Alessio… welcome home.” THE END.

At least parts of them. “Please…” I whisper. “Please stop.” Kira grins, clearly enjoying herself. Cara steps forward, wraps her arms around me tightly, protectively. I cling to her like she’s the only solid thing left in the world. “I’m so sorry, Alyssa,” she whispers. “I’m so, so sorry.” I nod, tears falling freely now. Because this is it. This is the end of my story. And I’m not ready. The door slams shut behind me.

I held my breath, waiting for her to say it, for her to say she loved me, but instead she said, “I care for you. I really do, but what we had is in the past. There is so much pain, misunderstandings, and mistakes between what we had and what we have now… This is your chance at a new start. Maybe with Chelsie, it’ll be different and you two can be happy, start a family, and all of that.” As dumb as it sounds, seeing the disgust on her face as she said what Chelsie and I might have together made me happy. Alyssa didn’t want me with Chelsie. She wanted me with her, and that was all I needed. “I don’t want a new start, Alyssa. I want you.” “Kalen,” she said with a sigh, and I walked over to her.

Not once. Arian stood alone, her shadow stretching long and lonely across the pavement. The few remaining onlookers watched her with a mixture of pity and contempt before drifting away, losing interest now that the drama had ended. She pulled out her phone. Her fingers trembled as she typed. --- Inside the elevator, Bianca's phone vibrated. She pulled it out of her bag, expecting a message from Monica or Kiara or maybe the office. Unknown Number. She opened it. "This isn't over. Not by a long shot. You think you've won? You've only made things worse for yourself. Enjoy your little victory while it lasts."

After saying all that, she turned and walked out without hesitation. The door slammed shut behind her. I stared at the ceiling as tears slid down my face. The mother who raised me had died a horrific death. The person responsible was still warning me not to cause trouble. I closed my eyes and took a slow breath. When I opened them again, nothing remained except overwhelming hatred. I reached for the pendant hanging around my neck. I pressed a tiny hidden button on the back. After five years of marriage, even Suzanna never knew it was an emergency communicator.