Beginning After The End Novels & Stories

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I stared at it for a moment. Then I typed. Paused. Sent. Okay. I set the phone down. Leaned back slightly. Closing my eyes. Because for the first time since everything happened I wasn’t bracing for impact. I wasn’t waiting for something to fall apart. And somewhere in that quiet Something settled. Not certainty. Not peace. But something close enough to it. Because maybe Just maybe This wasn’t the end of us. It was just the beginning of something new.

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In

"When all thirteen halls are standing and the solstice check gets all thirteen answering. It does not end there." "No," he said. "The fourteenth," I said. "And whatever comes after. The network that was interrupted is also the network that was growing." I paused. "Restoring what was is not the end point." I paused. "The end point is what the original community was moving toward before they were stopped." "Which we do not know yet," he said. "No," I said. "We can only see the next step." "Yes," he said. "Just the next step."

For the right moment. My grip tightened slightly. “This isn’t over…” I whispered. Not for me. Not for them. Not for what was coming next. Because tonight— Wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning.

Too many responsibilities. Tea looked up at the scorching sun, squinting to look at the clouds. She listened to the birdsong that charmingly danced against her eardrums. She wiped the sweat off her perspiring forehead then rubbed it on her dirty, muddy vest which covered only her chest. She walked towards the corner of the still dirty floor and left the broom there, already weary from her hard work. The half-finished roof sheltered her from the heat and brought with it a refreshing coolness that satiated her body’s rising temperature. Her bright green eyes fluttered before coming to a stop at the curve of her cheek. And sleep came like a hunter closing on its prey. She dreamed. And when her

I need the sleep more than anything because in the upcoming days I won’t get much of it. We landed in Boston and checked into a hotel since we haven’t bought a house yet but now more than ever, I’m scared as the fight is about to begin between me and that vile human being but I know they will be a lot of casualties in wars but I have to minimize them on my side as soon as possible. I have three beautiful babies that I have to go back to when this is all done.

But now, I thought he was simply pathetic. "Are you finished?" I asked. "Elena, can we start over?" He grabbed my hand. "I swear, from now on, there will only be you. I've banished Lydia from the pack, and the elder family has been dissolved. No one can obstruct us now!" I pulled my hand away. "Damon, do you think love is a game? That you can end it when you want, and start over when you want?" "That's not true! I mean every word!" he replied.

And together, we step out into the evening, ready to face whatever comes next. This is perfect. END OF BOOK ONE ########## Book Two starts immediately after this one. It will be posted in this same book. Thank you for sticking around.

"I wanted to say it differently than I have been saying it." "Tell me how it is different," he says. "Before it was the love at the end of something," I say. "The end of the affair, the discovery, the divorce, and the legal proceedings. The love that stood on the other side of everything." I pause. "This is the love at the beginning of something. The wedding and the second studio and the class action and the forty-three letters and whatever box seven says." I pause again. "The love that is here for what comes next. Not just what came before."