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END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

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The End **Author's Note:** Thank you for joining me on this journey! As we reach the final chapter, I want to express my gratitude for your imagination and willingness to explore this fictional world together. Whether it was unraveling mysteries, sharing heartfelt moments, or diving into unexpected twists, your presence made it all worthwhile. Writing this story has been a joy, and I hope it brought a smile to your face or stirred your emotions in some way. Remember that stories are like bridges—they connect us, allowing us to walk in someone else's shoes, even if just for a little while.

The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 121

The Sage knelt in the corner, chains pulled through his ribs. "Do not touch the pen," he whispered. Haley leaned in. "Why?" The original conclusion answered. "Because the pen writes endings." Katherine's eyes went to the page. AT THE END, JACK MILLER MUST DIE ALONE-- The conclusion placed the pen tip at the next word. Jack lunged. The conclusion was faster. It wrote. SO THAT THE FAMILY MAY LIVE. The sentence completed. The room exhaled. The page accepted it. Outside, somewhere far away, Marcus screamed.

The light in Cian and Mina’s eyes was beginning to dim as the machine drained their energy to fuel the massive "Print Job." "It's too much!" Kaelen cried, trying to pull the children away. "It’s taking more than they have!" "It needs a Closing Statement!" Philip yelled over the roar of the cylinders. "A story needs an end to be complete, Elara! What happens to the dog?" I looked at the dragon, then at my family. The scroll I had fed it was the middle of the story. I hadn't written the end. I grabbed a piece of charred wood from the ground and leaped onto the dragon’s back, climbing toward its iron head. I found the "Edit Plate" on its brow, a blank sheet of silver.

Softly said Layla. “Awww Lay!!” both Evey and Lisa exclaimed. They could feel how genuine Layla was behind her words. All three girls huddled in for a group hug before everyone went their separate ways. Layla closed the door and turned to face the now empty house. All the kids went to school and Linda was due to come back that evening. She was once again left to her own vices, only this time, the strange symbols in her sketchbook could keep her busy. She walked back into her room and continued to inspect her sketchbook. The symbol which had initially been drawn messily on the corners of the book, gradually got better along the sides and led to the middle of the page where one large neatly dr

I was on my own. The End

He grabbed Kelly and threw himself off the yacht, dragging her down into the ocean with him. They disappeared beneath the waves. … When the news reached me, I felt nothing. No anger, no sadness. Just an eerie sense of finality. It was, in the end, the perfect ending for Zarrick. I turned back to my assistant, unfazed. "Make sure everything is ready for our family vacation." My life was mine to live, and I intended to live it well. My parents—I would take care of them with everything I had. And my darling daughter, Alice—her future would be limitless. The End

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