Book End Of The Line Novels & Stories

More, and more. End of Book 1

This ruthless, territorial male, who would tear down whole packs without blinking, is paralyzed purely by the thought of hurting me. Carefully, I align the needle and slide it smoothly into the vein on the back of his hand, securing the line with a silk strap. "There," I say softly, smoothing my thumb over his knuckles. "See? You survived." Leonidas lets out a long, heavy exhale, his head falling forward until his forehead rests heavily against my shoulder. The scorching heat of his skin radiates through my tunic, his dark scent of cedar, ozone, and fresh rain wrapping around me like a heavy velvet cloak.

Together. THE END.

, I drew a heavy cross. Twelve days left.

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.

“Mr. Fender, there’s a crisis! The stock market has collapsed, and an overseas account has started buying up shares, draining most of Fender’s Corporation’s assets! “Mr. Fender, where are you? You need to come back, or the company will go bankrupt!” Jason threw the phone aside. His gaze returned to Yvonne, and he spoke with a soft and tender voice, “If it’s too noisy, I’ll throw it away. Yvonne, take it slow. I’ll walk with you, okay...?” Step by step, he followed her toward the deep sea. The water rose to his face. As the waves overtook him, his consciousness began to fade, and Yvonne’s face blurred before his eyes.

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

I knew he was hurting, but had I not suffered just as much? Though my name had been cleared, it was far too late. With red-rimmed eyes, I grabbed my shopping basket and headed out the door. Before leaving, I placed the USB drive on the table. “I hope that by the time I return, you’ll be gone.” … When I came back from the market, the old house was empty. The USB drive had disappeared, and so had Lucas. A wave of relief washed over me.

“Then today is a good start. She glanced at the book in his hands. “Are you actually reading, or are you just holding it for dramatic effect?” Atlas flipped the book closed, revealing the title. The Art of Letting Go. Lily snorted. “Did you pick that on purpose?” “Fate,” Atlas said with a grin. Lily shook her head, but she couldn’t deny the irony. Maybe it was fate. Maybe she was meant to be here, right now, learning how to let go. A comfortable silence settled between them as she sipped her coffee. She wasn’t sure how long they sat there, lost in the quiet, but for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t in a rush to be anywhere else.

"She's crashing! Blood pressure's plummeting!" "Her heart rate's unstable!" "Where's Dr. Zeal?" "It's too late!" The piercing flatline of the heart monitor filled the room as Joanna exhaled one final breath.