Beginning After The End Novels & Stories

I stood there one last time beneath the banners, listening to the echoes fade. It was a good kind of silence. The kind that doesn’t mean ending, but beginning again.

In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de

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I swore that if I had someone I liked in the future, I would treasure her, spoil her, and love her. "I swore that I would give her a happy family. But in the end, I hurt her deeply while claiming that it was love. "I repented, but time won't turn back, and Liv won't forgive me, either. I deserved this ending. I can't blame it on anyone else." People would have an unusual clarity of mind when their lives were ending. Because they couldn't see the future, they would become extra aware of the past. He leafed through his memories like an old man repetitively counting and wrapping his money with a handkerchief that had turned white from one too many washes.

its a missing puzzle piece waiting to be found and when you do find it you can finally figure out the picture life has to show you. END!

We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, his cock still buried in my ass. Jordan finally pulled out slowly. Cum leaked from my stretched hole down my thighs. He turned me around and kissed me roughly, both of us sweaty and spent. “The bet’s over,” he whispered against my lips. “But this isn’t.” I smiled, still feeling his cum inside me. “Good,” I whispered back. “Because I want a rematch tomorrow.”

I guess the unforgettable part will remain because instead of my heart melting, it is breaking and I know that after tonight, my life would change forever. Tonight would have been one of our best nights, with a weekend away at a resort and a whole restuarant booked tonight just for us. Thankfully it was a restuarant in which I was familiar with and it was a family restuarant. This was suppose to be our night but I no longer consider this our anniversary because after tonight, everything shall come to an end. Voices are what I hear as I enter and draw closer to the dining area, no longer whispers as I had been accustomed to hear around me as things were kept hidden from me. I am surely welcom

A thing with a location was a thing you could bear to wait for. He finished the book. He closed it. He sat with the quality of having finished something, which was not the same as the quality of having ended something. Finishing was completed. The ending was a loss. The therapy would be an ending, and he would hold it as an ending, with all the weight that endings deserved. But the after—the after was not an ending. The after was a different kind of thing.

It's barely working. She stands for about 20 seconds, and then she decides to leave. Phew. He lowers his hand and we exchange a knowing look. He presses the time and place for us to return home. With that familiar zap, we're back in his bathroom—in the present. I hope. I exit first and open the door. Mystery solved. We're back in his messy room. I can finally take a breath. "That was—" "Fuckin awesome!," he exclaims. I beam, "The teams not over yet." I raise my palm to high five him.

He returned to the bedside and picked up the half-peeled apple, acting as if nothing had happened. However, I noticed his hand trembled slightly as he peeled the apple. It betrayed a trace of fear from what had just happened. "Does your hand hurt?" The words slipped out before I even realized I'd spoken. Damien's head snapped up, eyes bright with sudden delight. "N-No, it doesn't," he replied, shaking his head vigorously. Then he held out the peeled apple to me, his eyes full of anticipation. I hesitated for a moment before accepting it and taking a small bite, savoring the sweetness.