At Journeys End Novels & Stories

She’s got a million things to juggle, and yet another obsessed male is last on her list. “See you tomorrow, Stelios.” She probably expects him to protest, but he just nods. “Alright, I’ll go,” he says. Not even a fight. He throws one last glance toward the keep. Disappointment flashes in his eyes, as if he can’t get that rain-soaked omega (me) out of his mind. He looks back at Artemisia, a little lost. Then he turns and leaves, just like that. Artemisia frowns, caught off guard. There’s no spark in his eyes for her anymore. Weird.

I was on my own. The End

They all left together for France for a nice vacation. The End

Not happy endings. **************************************************

Was this the end for me? ****

My voice was hoarse as I filled them in on what happened at the wedding ceremony and everything else since then. "That's preposterous!" James shouted, slamming his hand against the desk. He was even more infuriated now than he had been when Irene slandered him earlier. "How can Dominic do such a thing! That does it. I'm resigning right this instant. I'm leaving with you! There's no way I'm staying at this rotten company!" Mrs. Wentworth glared at him and instructed him to calm down before asking me, "Where are you staying now, Evelyn?" Sniffling, I replied, "I'm staying at a hotel. I'll probably rent an apartment after leaving the company."

I loved Cassidy more than anything. Although she had been involved with countless men, and she had even cheated on me with Henry, the fake heir, I still couldn't bring myself to let her go. I worked out, took medication, and did everything I could because I wanted to have a child with her. When the doctor finally told me today that I met the required fertility criteria, I grabbed the test results and rushed straight to her office. "Cassidy, I–" My voice came to an abrupt halt. Cassidy was passionately kissing her new male secretary with her arms wrapped around him. She glanced at me impatiently. "Get out!" I suddenly came to my senses. I could accept having a wife like her, but coul

Closer. The silver ocean darkened beneath it. Not with corruption. With absence. The feeling of roads ending. Journeys finishing. Stories concluding. Then Mira finally spoke. Her voice barely audible. "That's the End." Silence. The words echoed across realities. The End. Not death. Not destruction. Something older. Something fundamental. The figure on the horizon stopped walking. It looked toward them. Luke couldn't see its face. Could barely see its shape. Yet he knew it was watching.

Jasmine and I, along with our children, often visited Forest, where it all began and the worst ended. In the glow of the fading sunlight, surrounded by the love of my family and the beauty of New Pictoria, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. The journey had been tumultuous and filled with challenges and uncertainties, but it had led me to a place of peace, love, and fulfilment. As I looked at Jasmine and our playful twins, I knew that this was not just the end of a journey but the beginning of a new and magical chapter in our lives.

Because it's a never ending journey. The end.