Beginning After The End Novels & Stories

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until the end of time episode 4 Slowly Fransis got out of bed, he walked around and stood right behind his wife. Sonia was shocked when the man began to wrap his sturdy arms around her slim waist, her head rested on the chest of the man who was considered her sister-in-law, her ears could hear her heartbeat, she wanted to get out of this situation, her husband was in the hospital now, but she was making out with her sister-in-law, at least that's what she thought, she did not know that they were exchanging identities.

For a long time after that, no more words were spoken. None were needed. END OF PART TWO

"But that's sudden. We just got into a partnership. You're just going to throw it away?" I pulled her fingers off me and stepped away. "It's in its final phase. My partner can handle the rest. I have another project to handle." My stepping away hurt her heart. She stared at me, dazed. Lauren extended her trembling hand, and it hung in midair. Her instincts told her I was not coming back, but she asked, "When are you coming home?" I shook my head and put on a smile. "Never." Sorrow crept onto her face. She stared at me in disbelief. She kept trying to grab me, but I kept moving back, so she stopped. Like an abandoned puppy, she did not have the courage to move forward to someone who had just

She laughs at his words and gestures, and forgets about their argument after their heart-to-heart talk about their past that they overcome after all these years. To be continued...

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.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>THE END>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR FOLLOW TO THE END.🥳🥳 I REALLY APPRECIATE IT.🙌 LOTS OF LOVE..🫶🫶

He asked me, ever so randomly. I furrowed my brows in confusion, finding it hard to remember. "You said 'I'm sorry Dean, but this is how we end'." He reminded me. I looked at him, still trying to understand why he made that reference. "And as time passed, and I started to heal," he went on, "I could think about our memories without feeling so much pain and there was a particular one that always crossed my mind." I waited for him to reveal what it was. "True love stories never have endings." He said softly. "Richard Bach."

after Corvyn Ashte. I think about after. I think about what it looks like when the thing that has been hunting you since you were seventeen years old is finished. I think about a table full of people. A bakery with a step. A window seat that became mine. I think about Eli on the porch with his hand raised. I think about "what do we do" like it was already shared. I think that after is not an ending. It is a beginning shaped like an ending and I have been building toward it since a wrong elevator floor and a wolf who bowed before I saw a face and I am almost there.