Beginning Of The End Book Novels & Stories

"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

Clara's POV This is how it ends. Not with a dramatic reversal or a final revelation. Not with justice arriving in a thunderclap or love declared in a doorway. Those things had their moments earlier in the story and they were real and they mattered. But the end of a life, even a life that contains a death and a rebirth and all the specific architecture of everything I have told you, does not arrive as a single moment. It arrives in the morning. This morning.

Stumbling backward, she collapsed onto the floor. Arthur's final words echoed over and over inside her mind. "Liam and Ava won't forgive you! You're our enemy!" She tilted her head back and let the tears run down her cheeks. Then she actually began to laugh. "That's right… I'm a sinner. I'll never deserve forgiveness."

Liora watched her family’s world crumble in a single moment. And she realized, with a cold thrill... This was only the beginning. END OF CHAPTER 3...

“You’re not wrong to be afraid. But don’t let fear stop you from reading everything. Even the parts that hurt.” Then he was gone. I stood there for a moment, the room too quiet, the fire too loud. I walked back to the drawer, pulled the book out again, and flipped to the last page. There was one final line, scrawled in darker ink, like it had been written later, maybe just before George died. “Look where it all began. Not where you think.” That was it. I stared at the words, my heart beating faster. What beginning? What did he mean by “not where you think”?

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

In that perfect moment, surrounded by the love of our friends and family, I knew that my past was truly behind me. From today onwards , it's the beginning of a new chapter – a chapter filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities. I looked into Salvatore's eyes, as he spoke, "I love you Emilia." "I love you too Salvatore." I replied and then we both kissed again. THE END

Jeremy had locked me in a room to reflect, and he did not let me out for a long while. I had to endure the pain from my illness. Seven years ago, he braced the heavy rain and found me. My family had just gone bankrupt and I was ill. Back then, he was my savior who brought me hope. However, that hope eventually turned to poison. My phone buzzed. It was a text message from Bailey. [Are you interested in a bet against me?] After reading her proposed bet, I glanced at Jeremy, who had walked away. [Sure.]

And she knew, deep down, that she was right. Something was coming. The "happy ending" wasn't the end of the book. It was just the end of the chapter. And the next page... the next page was blank. And terrifying.

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary