Beginning After The End Arthur Novels & Stories

Lyon felt shiver down his spine as the events seemed like it had happened right in front of him before, it was as if he was seeing a de javu. “Interesting…” Arthur said with a sinister grin on his face. Chapter End.

“This is just the part we can see.” Arthur exhaled slowly. Thinking. Calculating. “You think he’ll keep going after the family,” he said. “I know he will,” Adrian replied. “Because it’s working.” Silence settled again. Heavier now. More focused. Arthur’s voice dropped. “Then we end it.” Adrian held his gaze. “That’s what I came here to hear.” But there was something underneath it. Something unresolved. Something neither of them had said out loud yet. Adrian spoke first. “The accident.”

Mara looked down once more. Then quietly finished. "Adrian's death was the first time in twenty-eight years that Arthur believed everyone was finally safe." The room fell completely silent. Then Mara turned the page. And found a section titled: If Adrian Ever Returns.

Gabriel glanced over his shoulder as the final lock engaged. “Well.” Arthur adjusted his glasses. “Well what?” Gabriel shrugged. “We survived.” Arthur stared at him. “Do you understand that reality itself may have been fundamentally altered?” “Yes.” “And your response is ‘we survived’?” Gabriel nodded. “Still seems important.” To everyone's surprise, Arthur laughed. A short, exhausted laugh. But genuine. The world outside stretched before them. Rolling hills. Open sky. Wind moving through tall grass. No glowing interfaces. No system prompts.

The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 189

And now, I was done believing him. The silence stretched on, and the man on the phone asked again. I steadied myself and answered calmly. "Yes. I accept." We exchanged a few more words, settled on a start date, and I hung up. Then I hailed a cab and went home. I pushed open the front door and went straight upstairs to pack. I was moving out. If I was going to end things, there was no point dragging it out. Packing did not take long. Looking down at the worn-out clothes and pants so faded they had turned white, it hit me just how lean these years had really been.

As my consciousness began to fade, I forced myself to reach out and fumble for the burner phone hidden on me. [That favor you owe me—you can pay it back now.] The moment the message had been sent, both the display on my phone and my mind plunged into darkness. I had no idea how much time had passed before the pungent stench of disinfectant finally jarred me awake. My body felt as though it had been crushed into pieces and then forcefully patched back together. The hollow emptiness in my lower abdomen served as a constant, brutal reminder of everything that had just transpired.

It felt like the beginning. End

Amber said to him in a tone she didn’t recognize as her own. She didn’t wait to see his reaction. Hoped she’d fucking hurt him as she pulled the hood down over her head. Instantly, she felt suffocated, plunged into a deep darkness. She couldn’t breathe! This was how it all fucking ended, not with a bullet, but in this suffocating darkness… Chapter 41

But I shouldn't have. Arthur had his back to me, his back muscles flexing, as he pulled the hoodie over his head. There was a tattoo, little ones scattered to form a shape that I couldn't label. But it was beautiful. He slipped on a white sleeveless shirt from the wardrobe, and I should have turned my eyes then, but I didn't, and his eyes met me. He scoffed. “I should be scared of you.” “Why?” My voice had to come low. “Hear yourself.”