At World S End Novels & Stories

"But that's sudden. We just got into a partnership. You're just going to throw it away?" I pulled her fingers off me and stepped away. "It's in its final phase. My partner can handle the rest. I have another project to handle." My stepping away hurt her heart. She stared at me, dazed. Lauren extended her trembling hand, and it hung in midair. Her instincts told her I was not coming back, but she asked, "When are you coming home?" I shook my head and put on a smile. "Never." Sorrow crept onto her face. She stared at me in disbelief. She kept trying to grab me, but I kept moving back, so she stopped. Like an abandoned puppy, she did not have the courage to move forward to someone who had just

​Vivienne was gone, but Maya was everywhere in the white roses on the ridge, in the safety of the walls, and in the heartbeat of the little girl who would grow up knowing only the mountains and the love of the people who had survived the dark to bring her here. ​The Ghost had finally stopped running. And in the silence of the Adirondacks, the Bride was finally at rest. ​THE END

I let the low melody of the music playing over the radio invade the sepulchre of that moment, after all, that's what we looked like. Two dead people. The harmony of What's Left from Three Doors Down resonated ironically, almost like a punch of truths scattered through every word Brad Arnold sang. "It's time for me to let you go, that's what we have to do. It's time to give this up, I think we already knew that. There's nothing left for us to talk about, there's nothing left to prove." Perfect timing, isn't it? Life is a succession of debauched events that play out right in front of you, leaving you only to accept that perhaps nothing can be done except accept the rules of the game.

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.]

Every inch of him was a testament to survival, to a love that had refused to flatline when the world went dark. Outside, the obsidian peak stood silent under the stars, no longer vibrating with the static of a global grid or the frantic energy of a planetary reset. The Silver Moon was at peace, the humans were silent in their distant cities, and the mountain was finally breathing on its own. But inside our chambers, a different kind of storm was brewing, one of heat, silver light, and a love that had survived the end of the world.

' the boy thinks when the girl pulls him up as she stands and pushes him away after falling when he looks up he can see a small meteror land where he was just sitting but no sign of the girl . he picks up his phone and sees a live broadcast so he plays it and sees the same meterors falling all over the place it says this is happy world wide and there are these monsters that have started to pop up and as he reads the head line he just stares in shock. [ THE WORLD HAS ENDED ] "What the ?"

Just like what happened to me in my previous life. When I heard of their death, the weight on me was instantly relieved. Those who brought about my tragic end were gone at last. The winter of my life ended, and I was heading toward spring.

PART ZERO FORTY-EIGHT Not all worlds end in a crash of buildings and airplanes, in smoke and ruins and meteor showers. Some worlds come apart one humiliating crack at a time. And no matter how hard you fight, nothing can stop it. So, at the almost-end, you’re left helpless, more exhausted than you’ve ever been, questioning how it came to this. These thoughts tightened the knot in Adrian Bonner’s stomach. Some things he didn’t want answered. He studied his reflection in the blank computer screen instead, and the sigh that followed came with an almost resigned expectancy. This was his new normal.

"It's just… flying that far is gonna take forever. What if we die from the heat before we even get there?" I sighed. "Forget it. Maybe I should just call Raven and try to work with her." Before Blazewing could answer, I picked up my phone and dialed her number. Her voice came sharp and mocking. "What, can't handle the heat anymore? Finally coming to beg me?" I quickly explained, "The temperature's rising all over the world. The glaciers at the South Pole are probably gone by now. You've seen how much it's been raining lately." "So what? What's that got to do with me?" she shot back, totally indifferent.