Beyond The End (my Landlady Noona) Novels & Stories

"Babe, please, I can't keep going anymore. Can you take care of it yourself? Please, babe. I feel like I'm going to pass out!" A petite woman was pleading with the muscular man, her voice trembling as she lay sprawled on the floor, her eyes fluttering shut. "No way. I'm not done yet." "Ahh… No, please..." In the bedroom next door, the shadows of two figures moved together in a rhythm that hinted at their intensity.

At the Liddells' residence, Bowen rushed to Kathleen's bedside, reaching for her forehead. He shouted, "Kathleen! Why is she so cold? Annie, call the doctor!" Yvonne followed him in, pretending to be concerned. "Is she okay? Maybe she just got too tired after last night?" Annie stood in the doorway, her voice calm. "Late-stage cancer. Mrs. Liddell has passed away." "What?" Bowen frowned. "Don't joke around like that. She was fine last night."

Brandon. THE END✨

And my darling daughter, Alice—her future would be limitless. The End

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.

Together. THE END.

the system said. A sharp sense of weightlessness surged through me. When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on my own soft bed. Outside the window, the familiar neon lights of the city glowed quietly. Downstairs, the sound of traffic drifted in steady waves. There was no mission, no tasks, and certainly no obsessive man like Caspian. The system's voice echoed in my mind, carrying a rare hint of relief. "As per our agreement, 50 million dollars has been transferred to your account through legal channels. Now, initiating the final step—Restoration of Emotions."

The End of the Machine Ethan pulled back slightly. His hand gently holding her face. “That’s because it’s over.” A pause. “It’s finally over.” But Something Felt Wrong Mara frowned. Her eyes drifting toward the skyline. Still dark. Still dead. But— Something felt off. Like a presence. Faint. Hidden. Watching. The Final Twist Begins Far away— Deep beneath the city— In a place no one remembered— A single screen flickered. Weak. Broken. But not dead.