Beginning After The End Novels & Stories

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.

And before I could talk myself out of it again, my fingers began to move around the keyboard; Dear Kendra. . . _______ Thanks for reading! <3 ~Chris xx.

The fight with my uncle and drinking it off at the bar. Wait, the bar?. The last place I remembered… wasn’t here. It was the bar. My heart jumped. I jerked up from the bed so fast that my head spun. A sharp wave of dizziness hit me, and I pressed my palm against my forehead. My throat tasted of alcohol, bitter and stale. “Great,” I muttered under my breath, dragging my hand down my face. Before I could gather myself, the door creaked open. Agnes walked in.

Yes. That's it. Her last draw of the card is to find that screwdriver. That way, she could pull the strings together of her loosened mind to believe that there wasn't any mystifying horror that occurred to her. She was certain that she was conscious at that time when she found out about the wound. And a wound like that couldn't be healed easily. Perhaps if she had been in a deep stupor for what, a couple of months? There would be a huge possibility that the wound already is healed.

A broken scream tore from my throat. “Mom!” The flesh on my hands was shredded. Even that pain was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. Memories of all the sweet moments I once shared with Suzanna flashed through my mind. Regret and hatred twisted inside me until I coughed up blood and collapsed. As my consciousness faded, I whispered, “Suzanna, from this moment on, we mean nothing to each other anymore.”

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

I clenched my fists and turned away, walking off with Mike. I didn’t see what happened next. The moment after, William abruptly shoved Jennifer away. "I drank too much tonight. I’m heading home. You should go home early too."

It wasn’t the ending of our story. It was the beginning of a different one. And for now… That was enough.

Some endings didn't require words. Only presence. Only love. Only hope. And somewhere beyond grief... Beyond vengeance... Beyond the shadows of Genesis... A new story quietly began. Not one about survival. Not one about revenge. But one about healing. About family. About choosing love over fear. Again. And again. And always. The End.

After the bar was almost empty, I returned to my usual spot and read my book while listening to the music. ' We were driving back home from the movies. Because of the painful silence, that was shared between us tonight, I could sense there was something wrong. After a couple of minutes of painful silence between us, Laura decided to break the silence by asking me to pull over. I did as she asked me by pulling over to the side of the road and turning my eyes to face the most perfect face I have ever seen in my life. The face I would die to see for the rest of my life. ''Aiden I have to tell you something.'' her delicate voice said to me looking down at her hands as if she was afraid to say