Beginning After The End Novels & Stories

The word after had a different quality now. Before the resolution, after had been a theoretical territory, the place the present was moving toward but had not yet reached. A horizon that the work was oriented toward without being visible from where the work was happening. After the filing. After the acknowledgment. After the statement. After the resolution. Now it was simply where I was. Standing in the after without the before pressing against me from behind, the specific quality of having arrived somewhere rather than moving toward it.

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

And then they shook their heads and the water escaped their hairs in exotic way and the girls went 'ummm’ and those idiots clearly know what they are doing. The second half started as Leon slightly glanced towards the pale looking Eleanor before he jogged towards his position and with a whistle the match started. It was Finn who was going at full speed towards the goal ready to aim when one of Kevin's goons tangled his foot in between Finn's legs making him fall badly to the ground.

Could unify. Beginning proved it. Beginning demonstrated it. Beginning was it. And that was enough. And that was everything. And that was exactly right. Beginning existed. Hope's legacy endured. The story continued. Forever. Always. Beautifully. Beginning was here. And beginning was beautiful. And beginning was exactly right. The story continued. Forever. Always. Eternally. Beginning was here. And that was perfect. END OF CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE And so the story continues, forever evolving, forever beginning anew...

I mumbled smiling. “Why?” He asked, frowning. “The beginning.” I replied, remembering the meaning of the baby. “I don’t think we should care what religion the name belongs to. Our morals teaching and the things are the ones which matter right?” I asked glancing back to look at him. “You are spot on, professor.” he replied, pressing his lips to mine. “I know right!” I said, and he chuckled. “I love you!” he said, closing his eyes. I closed my eyes back and mumbled “And I, you.” This is our forever new beginning…

This is September's End. The sweetest downfall of the great manipulator. *** This is the LAST chapter of the novel. Hope you enjoyed reading! Thank you and see you on the next book!

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

Both sides face each other at opposite sides of the battlefield from yesterday, the stench of smoke and blood still fill the air to some degree. We hear that the officers simply named the battle, Final Eternity. Although I found the name a bit bland, in all truth I believe it didn’t matter. The ceremony was conducted by the meeting of Generals from both sides. When our own General Vaxides read the official Persian letter and inspected the seal for authenticity while the Persian Leader General Izari did the same with the Remanian letter. When both Generals returned the letters and saluted each other we knew the war was now over. The cheers of both armies are much more deafening than the fierc

Eden said and eased back in her seat and closed her eyes, wondering why there was a 'good' in 'goodbye'. There was nothing good or wonderful about endings and farewells.

Stories did not end the way we thought they would. They did not stop at the final page. They did not close with a single moment. Because sometimes— The real story— Was everything that came after. And ours was only just beginning.