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The silver scar on his chest disappeared. The End appeared at the entrance. It looked at Cassian. You have chosen. Cassian stepped forward. I choose life. The End smiled. Then live. The darkness disappeared. Cassian fell into my arms. I held him tightly. Our daughter ran toward us. Papa! He lifted her. I'm staying. She hugged him. Good. I laughed through my tears. The Beginning watched us. Then it turned toward the horizon. But there is still one final problem.

“Greg, we’re still in the middle of a war. Someone’s watching us, threatening us. This isn’t just glitter and music anymore.” “I know,” he said. “But maybe… we deserve one night to feel normal.” She didn’t answer right away. But deep down… she wanted that. Even if it might be a mistake. Even if it might burn everything down. Finally, she nodded. “Okay.” Greg smiled—and for once, it reached his eyes. Cliffhanger Ending Across the school quad, Bianca leaned against the fountain, her red nails tapping at her phone screen. She’d heard everything. Seen everything.

She gave him her beauty. She gave him her dreams. She even gave him six years of her life. In return, Michael Sterling gave Meritt a mansion, a black card, and a marriage built entirely on pity. He never loved her. While she hid her scars and waited for her husband to see her as a woman, his heart remained with his first love, Stella. Then, on their sixth wedding anniversary, Meritt finally sees the truth—and something inside her breaks. A forgotten dream offers her a way back into the singing career she lost in the fire. Her flight to Italy is in thirty days. So Meritt makes a decision. Thirty days to reclaim her voice. Thirty days to rebuild her life. Thirty days to divorce the man wh

We gave it our best and when we look back, we can proudly say, ‘Hell yeah, at least I tried. ~~~ THE END! That is it! The last chapter. We have Epilogue next. But ADWTD has officially come to an end. Colton and Racheal thank you for your company and reading their love story filled with mystery, killings, suspense, kisses and tons of drama. Thank you! And lots of love! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She attempted so hard to control her voice from spilling painful grunts whenever she took a glance at Martin. Yet after a few hours of labor, before the sound of an infant’s cry pierce through the delivery room, a loud thud sounded followed by the infant’s powerful cry. The End

I guess that true love stories never have endings after all. Dean took my hand in his and interlocked our fingers as the flight attendant announced that the plane was about to take off. "Let's go home, shall we?" He said with the most beautiful smile. T H E E N D. _____ Thanks for reading! ~Chris xx.

Cyrus borrowed someone’s phone to text me, saying he and Serena were both being deported back home. “Can you come back and take care of me?” His voice sounded extremely weak in the voice message. However, I did not feel a shred of pity, retorting mercilessly to cut his last strand of hope. “Face it, I don’t love you anymore. Now you’re like a turd in the latrine to me, dirty and foul. “Perhaps you were important to me once, but now I’m too disgusted to even look at you. Do you understand me now?”

Every bed was made and untouched, and the silence had the specific quality of a place that had been abandoned in order rather than fled from in panic. I walked through it alone, checking each room the way I checked them in life, making the count. Everything in its place. Everyone was gone. Illara was barely alive with a strange-looking dagger lodged in her chest while she begged me to forgive her for making such a terrible mistake. I woke before dawn with the dream still on me, that particular heaviness, and I lay in the dark and listened to the settlement breathe around me and thought about Dahlia's child with the too-fast heartbeat and the healer who wouldn't finish her sentences.

“Jennifer and I are getting married at the end of the month. You like money, don’t you? As long as you come, I’ll give you a million.” He really was convinced that I was a gold digger. I chuckled and murmured, “Too bad I can’t go, but William, I wish you and Jennifer a happy life together from the bottom of my heart." Suddenly, a powerful force pulled me in. When I regained consciousness, I saw Jennifer and a man dressed in a robe. The man was holding a wooden cross and chanting under his breath. There was a table in front of him with a white porcelain urn on it. It was my urn.

On the fifteenth of every month, Rowan Hawthorn and I would swap homes. Eighteen years ago, a hospital accidentally swapped our embryos during IVF and put them into the wrong mothers. When the truth came out, my biological parents, Frank and Ronnie Hawthorn, wanted to keep Rowan. But his biological parents, Eugene and Rowena Cooper, wanted him back. They decided that he would live with each family for one month. Then, we would switch on the fifteenth of every month. I, on the other hand, became the unwanted burden. Wherever Rowan went, the house would be fully stocked with snacks and drinks. He would receive a thousand dollars as his monthly allowance, and the sunlit room would always b