Beginning Of The End Book Novels & Stories

It just needed the courage to keep breathing. ​"Rule 38," I whispered into the silence, one last time for the ghosts of our fathers. ​"The end of the book is where the life begins."

I didn’t want him to feel responsible for my personal matters. His voice brightened with unmistakable joy. "Really? That’s wonderful! The Order welcomes you at any time. When will you depart? A week after the ceremony? You can settle your affairs first." My eyes fell to the calendar. The full moon date was circled. It was supposed to be the end of happiness. Now it was the countdown to my departure. "No. I will leave on the day of the Marking Ceremony." On that day, I will sever every connection between Raelor and me.

I had finally changed my fate completely in this life. As I walked out of the bureau, sunlight poured over me. It was warm and gentle. Wynnie followed behind me numbly. Just as I was about to get into a taxi, she suddenly called out, “Miles, do we still have a chance to start over?” I did not even turn around. I only replied in a cold voice, “I’m not someone who stoops to that level, so don’t humiliate yourself in front of me. From now on, we’re strangers.”

He was still standing there, like a silhouette in the distance, slowly fading into the fog. Some people were only meant to accompany you for a part of your journey, and our path together had long since come to an end. Now, being at peace and well was the best ending for us both. I turned forward, closed the car window, and looked ahead, my heart calm. The fog gradually lifted, sunlight spilling gently, and I knew this was the start of a new beginning.

Naomi and Wayne stood at the center, each holding a child, looking every bit the picture of a perfect family of four. I stood silently in the crowd, watching that scene. Taking a bite of matcha cake, the sweetness on my tongue turned bitter. Without sparing them another glance, I walked out of the hotel. Sliding into the car Wayne had once given me with matching license plates, the cold voice of the system filled my head, and dizziness overtook me. "Host, your departure time has arrived. Countdown: three, two, one…" I closed my eyes. From that moment on, Arden Sharpe no longer existed in this world.

My eyes were already growing heavy, exhaustion finally catching up with me now that I was horizontal and warm and relatively comfortable. Sleep. I would sleep for a few hours. And when I woke up, hopefully Damon would be back safe, Kyle would have handled whatever family business had called him away, and we could all figure out together how to deal with whoever was trying to destroy us. My eyes closed. THE END! YES, STOP SCROLLING, End of Book 1 Author Note: I know you probably hate me, but this is the end of Accidental Surrogate For The Cruel Alpha CEO book 1.

The good kind. The kind I was done running from. And yes, I was about to have the fuck of my life. THE END (Watch out for my next book xx ^~^ more spicy 🌶️) Coming soon…

Phoebe laced their fingers together. "Thinking... that our story is just beginning." Outside the window, the stars lit up the night sky. The End of Book One.

"They're waiting for you." "Everything's waiting," Elena said. She finished her pancake, set down the fork with deliberate precision. "That's the thing about trauma. It makes you think the world ends when the crisis does. But it doesn't. The garden keeps growing. The sun keeps rising. And you have to decide whether you're going to keep growing with it, or..." She gestured vaguely. "Fossilize."

On the day of my mother's funeral, I sat outside the chapel, crying so hard I could barely stand. Three days earlier, my father had told me she'd died in a car accident. He said her body was so badly damaged that I shouldn't see it. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I believed him. I put on a black dress and sat beside her casket all night. Ten minutes before the cremation, my phone buzzed. A notification popped up for a hotel livestream. I opened it and froze. My mother was on the screen in an evening gown, smiling as my younger sister, Nina Whitmore, handed her a glass of champagne. My father sat beside her, his eyes red. "From now on, Nina doesn't have to live in Evelyn's shadow or suffer