Beginning After The End Novels & Stories

Not commanding. Just— observing. “…coexistence… accepted.” My breath catches. “…we did it,” I whisper. “…yeah.” “…we actually—” The screen flickers again. One last time. And a second line appears beneath it. Smaller. Quieter. But infinitely more terrifying. “…learning continues.” Silence falls. Heavy. Uncertain. Because this— this isn’t an ending. It’s a beginning. And somewhere— deep within whatever it has become—

Deep inside of us, we knew it was the beginning of a new chapter and love ever after. A fulfilled, marital bliss had just begun. Light faded. THE END

END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

He was still standing there, like a silhouette in the distance, slowly fading into the fog. Some people were only meant to accompany you for a part of your journey, and our path together had long since come to an end. Now, being at peace and well was the best ending for us both. I turned forward, closed the car window, and looked ahead, my heart calm. The fog gradually lifted, sunlight spilling gently, and I knew this was the start of a new beginning.

Golden sunlight fell across the petals and across our interlocked fingers. The entanglement between Julian Hayes and Victoria Quinn had finally vanished completely. And the new life that belonged to Elise and me had only just begun. The end.

“Look at the sun. Everyday he comes to an end just to come back the next day brighter. “ And smiling she told them: “Is just as C. JoyBell C. once said “"Ends are not bad things, they just mean that something else is about to begin. And there are many things that don't really end, anyway, they just begin again in a new way. Ends are not bad and many ends aren't really an ending; some things are never-ending."” (Author's note: The happy ending is here, but the epilog is just around the corner )

Maybe, I could sell my house and travel to Hawaii–definitely a big no. My body was weak and I couldn't explain just how bitter I felt inside of me. Why didn't I just end the relationship if I wasn't happy with it? Well, you guessed right. He was a silver tongued devil! That was why trying to end it was like squeezing water out of a rock.

His gaze was shocked—he hadn't realized it was me he'd pushed. But his attention was fleeting. He turned away after a brief pause and jumped into his car, speeding off. The roar of the engine was deafening, and the thick exhaust fumes choked me until my nose prickled. I watched as the red Porsche vanished into the distance. Then, I slowly closed my eyes. … When I woke again, my stomach was flat. The heartbeat was gone. I'd already decided not to keep the child, so why did losing it still hurt so much?

The Aftermath Hits The silence inside felt heavier than before. Not because of danger. Because everything had finally stopped moving. The Weight Returns I sat down slowly. Still holding her. Still grounding myself in her presence. Because even now— After everything— She was the only thing that felt completely real. Blake Watches “You should rest,” he said. I shook my head slightly. “Not yet.” The Truth Because now— Now that everything had ended— Something else was beginning. And I could feel it. The First Move Forward “We don’t wait,” I said.

⸻ Not final. ⸻ Not complete. ⸻ But real. ⸻ Back in the control room— no one spoke. ⸻ Because they understood. ⸻ This wasn’t the end. ⸻ This was the beginning— ⸻ of something entirely new.