Novel & Cerita Bad Ending Party Ending 5

The second bottle loomed in front of him, but his body refused. "Mr. Wright, Mr. Lopez," he muttered, swaying, "I... I can't drink anymore. Please. I've shown my sincerity. Let's finalize the deal." Wright chuckled. "Fine. Just make Miss Slutsky happy, and we'll consider it." Finley turned to Renee, his vision swimming. She looked at him like he was nothing. "Kneel." "What?" Finley stared at her in disbelief. "Renee... What are you saying?"

“I want the event to be big, glamorous. Everyone in the city should attend. Lights, decorations, fireworks. Let it be a wedding they will never forget.” Alex shot out of his chair, practically lifting her off his lap in the process. “No!” he barked, his voice echoing in the room. His chest rose and fell quickly as he faced her, his eyes burning. “No crowd, no extravagance. It’s going to be a simple wedding or nothing at all.” The silence that followed was sharp. Ms. Adams stood slowly, holding her pad to her chest. “Dr. Spencer,” she said gently, “I think I should excuse myself. It might be better if you both come to an agreement first before involving me again. We only have four days left,

The eighth time I catch Philip Mumford cheating on me, he pours a bottle of concentrated disinfectant over his groin. "Happy now?" Amid the wreckage, his face is deathly pale as he looks at me like I'm the one who has lost my mind. It's the first time he's ever backed down. I stand frozen, clutching a piece of broken porcelain, suddenly feeling completely lost. During our worst fight, I strap dynamite to myself and his mistress, forcing him to choose between us. In response, he has himself and my parents tied to five semitrucks chained together, then smiles and asks if I still want him to choose. That's how we spent ten years torturing each other, neither of us willing to give in, bac

The contract ends at midnight, and midnight is here, unfolding above us in gold and red while neither of us says a word about what comes after. The engine hums beneath my feet as the yacht swings back toward the marina, dock lights swelling brighter with each passing minute while the fireworks finish their last scattered bursts behind us over black water. The party unravels slowly at the edges. A woman in silver gathers her wrap and kisses cheeks on her way toward the gangway. Antonio's laugh carries one more time near the bar before he claps someone's shoulder in farewell. Waiters collect empty glasses from the railings, and the string lights above us seem dimmer now, the crowd thin enough

"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

Looking outside the window, I saw fireworks exploding, so beautiful they made me whisper, “Looks like the ball is about to end.” And just on cue, Richard clinked his glass to get everyone’s attention. He gave a closing toast and then announced that the party would continue at the hotel’s club, and everyone should change into their dancing shoes. As applause filled the room, even bigger fireworks exploded outside. The ball had ended, but not without leaving behind lasting impressions, rivalries, and romantic sparks. Heading to the penthouse to change, my phone buzzed with a text message from Liam: “Come and apologize to Maya right now in the club’s private room.” if you don't you would regret

She appreciated it when he passed her a red cup of blue punch and he nodded in reply. Just like that, noon blended into dusk as time passed with them having fun. The official ball would end soon but teenagers would throw a late night after party somewhere in the woods where the real deal would go down. Truthfully, the real deal was just terrible fallouts like marking someone who isn't yours, cheating on your significant other, throwing up over a group of boys, or suit pants ripping and exposing holed underwear to girls. Nikolai and Heidi were so lost in each other that they didn't hear anything the emcee was saying until he called out their names.

Ink saw me coming. He saw the look in my eyes… the dead look that usually preceded a funeral. He paused his drink pouring halfway through. I didn't have to shout. I just cut a hand through and Ink nodded. He ducked under the bar and silenced the tunes. The quiet that came after was really startling. The giggles faded away in waves as everyone looked over to the bar. Confusion washed over the faces of the prospects and the sweethearts. “Party is over.” I announced, my voice carrying to the back of the room without effort. “Civilians out. Now. Members, chapel. Five minutes.”

He grabbed Kelly and threw himself off the yacht, dragging her down into the ocean with him. They disappeared beneath the waves. … When the news reached me, I felt nothing. No anger, no sadness. Just an eerie sense of finality. It was, in the end, the perfect ending for Zarrick. I turned back to my assistant, unfazed. "Make sure everything is ready for our family vacation." My life was mine to live, and I intended to live it well. My parents—I would take care of them with everything I had. And my darling daughter, Alice—her future would be limitless. The End

Besides, she didn’t choose me to be her protector. She chose him. “I have a plan for Kannon.” She put down her eyeliner and took one last look in the mirror. “Until then, what if we leave right after the party’s over? I won’t even pack. We can just go.” My mood spiked again. I was ready to leave with her right then and there. But after the party was perfect, since I didn’t want to disappoint Percy. “Ok,” I stood up. "An weh we a go?"