Beyond The End (my Landlady Noona) Novels & Stories

And suddenly und‌erstood somet⁠hing. People‌ talk abo‌ut‌ endings like doors closing. But may‍be endi‍ngs were just rooms changing. Noah wa⁠sn’t g‌one. ‍ He wa‍sn’t l‍eaving home. He was carrying it.‍ She looked arou‍nd the‍ qu⁠i‍et house. Then smiled. Because maybe this wasn’t the e⁠nd‍ of⁠ somethi‌ng.

I couldn't afford to show any weakness now. "This isn't over," her voice followed me, cold as winter death. I paused at the doorway, my hand on the ornate handle. "You're right," I said without turning around. "It's not. But it's not going to end the way you think it is." Then I walked out, leaving Luna Roanna standing alone in her perfect, cold parlor, the conversation ending on a deeply sour note that would echo between us for a very long time.

I did not want him to worry about me, though the chance of that happening was one in a million. …… I spent the last part of my life in a hospital bed. I had hoped to slip away quietly, unnoticed. But Anna had sensed something was wrong and rushed to the hospital, crying and calling me heartless. I wanted to tell her to stop crying, but I did not even have the strength to move my lips. Tears streamed down her face as she cursed the unfairness of the world. "Emma, please hold on just a little longer, okay? We’re so close to raising enough money for treatment abroad. They have the latest research on liver cancer. You can still make it!"

Ryle’s eyes glistened, just for a moment, before he nodded. “That’s all I needed to know.” Rain had started again, light but steady. Lily walked blindly through the streets of Boston, her umbrella forgotten, the city lights blurry through her tears. She’d broken something. Maybe not with a kiss. But with a silence. With a hesitation.

Alessio carried him up the stairs slow, steady, secure each step echoing the same truth: The story was done. The war was over. The ending was good. And in the doorway of their bedroom, Noa whispered the last line of their entire journey: “Alessio… welcome home.” THE END.

Yet, despite the overwhelming opposition from the Kingston family, she remained firm—she wanted Lucas to marry me. One afternoon, during the wedding preparations, Lucas took Grandma Eve and me for a stroll in the park. As we reached a slope, she scribbled a note, saying she was thirsty. Lucas hurried off to buy water, leaving me to watch over her. Then, suddenly, her entire body tensed. Her eyes locked onto something in the distance, filled with urgent recognition as if she had just seen a ghost from her past. Alarmed, I gripped her wheelchair and scanned the surroundings. But there was no one.

“Suzanna… help me…” His hand slipped beneath her skirt as he grabbed her without restraint. Suzanna’s face reddened slightly, yet she did not stop him. She turned to me with a calm expression. “Shane, go buy three boxes of condoms for me. I need to help Eric see if he has recovered. There will be plenty more anniversaries later. If you do not buy them, do not think about touching me for the rest of your life.” It felt as if I had fallen into an ice pit.

The woman simply nodded dropped on her knees in front of him , unbuckling his belt and then she - Nova widens her eyes and grabs the remote from Nora , switching the channel . It's not that she understood completely what had happened either but somehow she knew that it was something they shouldn't be watching . Especially not when Amanda could walk in at any time . She sensed it would get them in trouble . As a cartoon comes on television , Nova lets down the remote and gives it back to Nora , who seemed unfazed by what had just happened . " I got you a gift . " Nova smiles at how her sister's eyes light up in response to the box of cookies . She opens it excitedly and sighs with content whe

She watched him for a second before turning and going back to her cabin. The camp was quiet all around her as she stood on her porch. The big pines rustled in the wind, but there was no other noise. She could smell rain on the way. She took a deep breath and pulled out her phone. It was a burner phone she’d picked up at a gas station on the state border. She dialed Detective Patton’s number. “Patton,” the familiar voice answered. “It’s Bonnie,” she replied, knowing that he wouldn’t recognize the number.

I ask. She looks at me and gives me a half smile, somehow that was supposed to answer the question. “Well, your leg is wounded but you’ll be able to walk in an hour.” “I believe thanks is in order. But why were you sobbing?” I reply. She gives me another half-smile and tells me she has to get more supplies. ”Wait!” I call out to her. “I don’t know your name. So I can thank you properly” I say. She smiles again at me, but this time it’s a full smile. “Livillia Lepida, Bright Tigers Medicae.” “Thank you again Medicae Livilla”I reply “Don’t thank me just yet, this war is Eternal after all.” she says as she turns away “Oh yes, and welcome to the Northern Border.” A cold wind blew by, letting her