At Journey's End Novels & Stories

The door clicked shut behind them. *The End.* ---

she read the painter's signature on the bottom side of the canvas. Her gaze turning onto the wood's description below the painting. “Happy Sad Ending, RI from German,” she read the title of the painting. 'Oh, he is not local painter, he come from oversea,' Jane thought while read the word German. 'Happy Sad Ending — The farewell is a common thing that always comes as a couple of the meeting. Sometimes you have to end the meeting and saying farewell to someone that made you happy, but you have to let it go for their future happiness or your future happiness.'

He cleared his throat and I watched how his adams apple followed his hard swallow. “We’ll arrive there around three in the afternoon. I’ll just brief you first before I put you in the grounds.” I nodded. “I thought I was gonna do the briefing?” Amara asked. Lane looked like he just realized something. After a while, he just nodded slowly. “Sure,” he said before leaving the cabin. My lips pouted. He seems weird. I turned to Amara and saw her smiling at the door where Lane left. I stayed quiet the whole time. My mind just wondered at my conversation with Lane in my room. He hoped to lose his interest in me?

he stated. Glenda clasped her seatbelt too, then he starts the engine and drove. A deafening silence surrounds the car, no one wanted to talk till they reached the company. He stops the car at the entrance, Glenda hurriedly went out of the car. She bends down her body and peeks at him, "I will not compliment you for giving me this and sending me here but we are all imperfect creatures so thank you," she warmly said, Martin smiles at her and throws a paper bag at her. Luckily, she catches it, he waves at her and left her confused about what's in it. Sky's car stops at the front of the entrance where Glenda is standing, he departed but Glenda didn't notice him for she was peeking at the things

The moment the countdown was over, I put my hand on the doorknob. This was it. My marriage was done. And then someone opened the door from the outside. Lauren. Her forehead was covered in sweat. She probably did some exercise. The woman was breathing heavily, and the smile on her face was covered in guilt. "Sorry, Sam. I just sent someone home—" Then, she saw the suitcase and flight ticket. "Where are you going?"

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.

he grumbled, pretending to wipe sweat off his forehead. As he turned his head, his gaze fell upon the picture frame on the table. Sitting up, he leaned against the headboard. "So, is this really the end?" he pondered. He had brought justice to his family's tragedy and Ian Grim had been punished. He no longer needed to keep Agatha by his side since their slave contract had ended. Soon, Agatha would be going to Argentina. It felt like the climax had passed and a happy ending was on its way. "A happy ending," Brett thought to himself.

Hugh had taken a bullet to the heart, and all his lies had finally caught up with him. It all seemed like it was meant to be. This was where it ended. No matter what came next, no matter who came for me, I was still Tasmin Sheargold. [The End.]

The end of a journey every civilization had been attempting in their own flawed way. And somehow— He chose to remain human. The stranger looked up at the sky again. His smile disappeared completely. "Unfortunately..." The atmosphere trembled. The gateways darkened. The shadow beyond them moved again. Larger now. Closer. Hungrier. "...it's coming." The Endwalker closed its eyes. The First Hunger tightened its claws. The Sovereign rose higher into the air. And for the first time since arriving— The mysterious stranger looked genuinely serious. "It found the path."

I didn’t want him to feel responsible for my personal matters. His voice brightened with unmistakable joy. "Really? That’s wonderful! The Order welcomes you at any time. When will you depart? A week after the ceremony? You can settle your affairs first." My eyes fell to the calendar. The full moon date was circled. It was supposed to be the end of happiness. Now it was the countdown to my departure. "No. I will leave on the day of the Marking Ceremony." On that day, I will sever every connection between Raelor and me.