As Good As Dead Ending Novels & Stories

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

The words slipped softly from my mouth. Then, like a passing breeze, I disappeared. A broken cry echoed through the living room. The world was beautiful. If I get another life... I hope it has a happier ending.

The men slowly lowered my body into the earth, wailing and continuing on until all I could see was white sky. “Goodbye, Life.” -THE END-

"When?" Elara felt it through the bond before he spoke. The satisfaction turning to ash. The permanent bond complete, but too late. Or too early. Or simply not enough. "Dr. Aris is dead," Julian said, setting down the phone with careful precision. "Found in his office an hour ago. Heart burned out. And he left a message. For us." He met her eyes, the new forever in their bond already tested. "The consciousness isn't the only one of its kind. There are others. Hungry ones. And they know what we just did. They know the bond is complete. And they're coming."

Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate. The woman standing here was Luna Kane, heir to the Kane family. No one would ever hurt me again. Three days later, the yacht reached Norvale Port. Our car rolled into the wealthy district downtown. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the bustling night view of all of Norvale stretched out before us. I stood by the window, gazing at the glittering lights, but I felt nothing. … Third-person POV Back at Costa Estate, Vincenzo had already begun his retaliation against the Camorra family.

I lift my gaze to the sky and let my power stretch, tasting the distant panic of cities realizing their wards are gone, their gods silent, their prayers unanswered. “No more anchors,” I whisper. “No more bonds.” Only endings. The game is almost over. And this time— Everyone dies.

Far away from her past traumas. "Yes!" The End

It was done, and it was perfect. THE END

Soon the spurts subsided and the five braced themselves to turn, each unaware of who had dealt the deathblow, and hoping against hope that it had not been them. Eddie gave a final kick. His arm dangled over the side of the rubber-covered hospital mattress. He was still now, as graceful in death as Geraldine hoped he had managed to be in life. Though of that, she wasn’t the judge and jury. Yes, the world may be ending, but she still believed in some things. The walls around the end of the bed, like the floor beneath those soon to squeak wheels, were adorned with ruby pinwheels of blood. It was an ugly, yet beautiful sight. Exquisite and pure.

“Classic.” Further down the aisle, another section glowed faintly. WILLA ROANE – PROPOSED ENDINGS. A chill crawled down my back. I pulled one of those books. Opened it. The first page was the Standard Ending door I’d already seen: me in the car, crash, nothing. Another volume: Tragic Author Ending—me fused into the Core, eyes dull. A third: Hero Dies, System Survives—me throwing myself into some code‑storm while Corvin was dragged back into bound service, Selene re‑crowned, Jax promoted to handler.