And Then There Were None 소설 & 이야기

Charles was still stubbornly trapped in his delusions, and he screamed, "Just wait a little more! I have to be right, my superpower lets me see the future!" Having lost her trust in him, Iris shook her hand out of his grip and ran straight out the door. However, the weather outside had already become -94°F, and there was no more electricity and water, much less any transportation, so she had no choice but to return to the Dennings. Sipping another warm cup of milk tea, I activated my generator. Because of the weather, the surveillance footage was cut out more often than not, but I could tell what was going on at their place through the comments in real time.

The petals trembled gently, like a wave goodbye. Mom stared at the flowers. Tears fell again. But she smiled. "Lily," she whispered. "Is that you?" No one answered. The wind passed through, and the petals swayed once more. Then everything grew still. I looked down and saw my body beginning to fade, bit by bit, like mist evaporating in sunlight. I was finally leaving. I looked at them one last time. At the moment I disappeared completely, I heard Noah speak. "Mom, was Lily just here?"

The Third Crown pulsed. Truth. Warning. Danger. Every instinct inside him screamed. The thing beyond the crack was real. Worse. It was coming. A deep tremor rolled through the city. BOOM. Several buildings vanished instantly. Not collapsed. Not destroyed. Erased. Silver dust scattered through the air. The echoes nearest the destruction disappeared with them. One second they stood there. The next they were gone. Like they had never existed at all. The old woman lowered her gaze. "Our time is ending."

In the end, he bent down and scooped Chloe up into his arms. As he passed by the bodyguards, his voice shook ever so slightly as he ordered, “No matter what, you must get Nora out for me! She hasn’t given Chloe her bone marrow yet. She can’t die!” Outside the hospital emergency room, Elijah and Tyler paced back and forth restlessly. Their phones rang continuously, but they kept cutting the calls. After an agonizingly long wait, several of their men rushed over, completely out of breath. “Mr. York, Mr. Benson… the house… It’s been burned down to nothing but a charred frame. The young miss… Miss Benson, she… All we found is a single, badly burned corpse.”

I drive into the dark. And I don't look back. Because I know what’s waiting for us at the end of the road. Everything. And nothing. The screen goes black. And I’m standing in the center. Waiting for the next take. Forever.

“After this, no more delays. Tonight. Private ceremony. Just us. Then I’m knotting you until you can’t walk.” Tears slipped down my cheeks—happy, relieved, free. “Yes. A thousand goodbyes to everything before. Hello to you.” He kissed them away. “A thousand goodbyes.” We stayed locked on the table, hearts hammering in sync, while the city hummed outside and the bond sang its final, unbreakable note. I was Alisa Moretti. I was Kael Draven’s mate. And I had never been more free.

Anthony watched his daughter die on the spot before his own eyes, and a broken wail wrenched itself from his throat. He seemed to age ten years in an instant, crumpling in on himself, without a shred of strength left to struggle. Gordon closed his eyes, and when he opened them again there was nothing left but indifference.

Winnie stepped out of the room and covered her nose in disgust. "Mr. Lawson, why are you touching that disgusting stuff? Minnie brought this filthy garbage here on purpose to make everyone sick." Justin suddenly raised his head, terrifying blood vessels filling his eyes. He stared fixedly at the leather shoes on Winnie’s feet. Stains from the ashes still clung to the soles. "You stepped on her." Justin’s voice was so hoarse that it was impossible to recognize its tone.

"I just wanted you to be here when it ended." I took his hand instead. We watched the seconds fall. *00:01:00.* *00:00:30.* *00:00:10.* *00:00:03.* *00:00:00.* The screen flashed once. Then went black. Nothing happened. No explosion. No siren. No message. Just the soft ticking of the clock, and the sound of Felix's breath, and the long, strange silence of a deadline that had passed without consequence.

[The Final Resolution] The world didn't end with a bang; it ended with the sound of a thousand children humming a lullaby in a minor key. The sea-cave was a theater of shadows, the "Original" Ivy standing at the mouth of the tunnel like a vengeful saint. Behind her, the indigo children were a wall of black-eyed dolls, their collective presence creating a static pressure that made my nose bleed.