Begging After The End Novels & Stories

This is just the beginning. THE END

Where love began, and where it will always return The End

THE REBEL" ..................................................... The End ......................................................

Love and family. THE END

Together. THE END.

By the time I rushed to the gallery,I spotted a figure at the exit that looked a lot like Andrew. I shook it off.Probably just someone with a similar build. Inside,many of the paintings on display felt familiar.A few young she-wolves hurried past me,clutching exhibition catalogues,buzzing with excitement. "Hurry!I think Austin's up ahead—we have to get his autograph this time." "I heard this is his last exhibition ever.Miss this and there won't be another chance." I followed their gaze and found Austin easily—he towered above the crowd,head bowed,patiently signing for the wolves in front of him.

I screamed his name, but the sound was trapped in my throat. Uncle Kingsley stood behind me. The legendary billionaire, the man who could buy entire countries and crash the stock market with a single phone call, looked helpless. His billions of dollars, his royal connections, his endless power, none of it mattered. Death didn't care about money. Death didn't take bribes. Kingsley kicked a metal trash can. It crashed loudly against the white wall. "Dammit!" Kingsley cursed, rubbing his jaw harshly. He let out a dark, frustrated breath. "Looks like we only have that piece of garbage left."

, I drew a heavy cross. Twelve days left.

"The endgame..." "...starts now."