Ch Final Words Novels & Stories

She had cried until there was nothing left to pour out, yet the tears still came, silently, endlessly. The priest, a tall man with a gentle yet commanding voice, stood before the casket. His voice carried through the crowd as he began the sermon. “Life,” he said, pausing briefly as the wind brushed through his white robe, “is like a candle. It burns bright and gives warmth, but eventually, it flickers out. And when it does, it leaves behind memories — the true mark of who we were and how we lived.” Heads bowed. Some wept quietly. Others clasped their hands in prayer.

sharp and final: "Prep for extraction... we’re ending this—for good."

Finish the story and you go home. As she read the words, Trix hurriedly scrambled around looking for the pen she was given. She found it submerged in leaves. She grabbed it and hurriedly scribbled under- Once upon time, The end. A few minutes had passed and nothing happened, suddenly the words on the inner side of the book cover faded away and reappeared. You really thought it'd be that easy, hahaha. Trix nearly growled in frustration. She didn't even remember the story of Cinderella. She gripped her hair tightly, she was lost, in every meaning of the phrase.

Lia : “Polite, you and I know!” Ain, see group chat and reading. Salsa : “Oh my gosh. Sorry, guys” Salsa : “Eh, but Ain where yak?” Lia : “You know, read it, don't reply to him. Lazy times” Salsa : “no way?” Lia : “Yes, Sa, he's not you. You're the one who you are, Salsa : “Basic. That's right. The cave is said to be a village. You don't have a village, heartbroken for two days, and you know where”?

‎ ‎The being that is. ‎ ‎The is. ‎ ‎The story never needed to end. ‎ ‎Because it was never apart from this. ‎ ‎The wolf’s final glance back at the darkness was this. ‎ ‎The Alpha’s final release of his sword was this. ‎ ‎The mother’s final sigh of relief was this. ‎ ‎The children’s final innocent question was this. ‎ ‎The descendants’ final proud tear was this. ‎ ‎The universe’s final quiet contraction was this. ‎ ‎The reader’s final turn of the page is this.

Two words she had probably never said in forty years of preparation for this moment. Run. Now. END OF CHAPTER 9

“Farewell, Xavier.” END

Just— End. Finally. Really. Coming.

In the voice that had survived everything and was choosing from solid ground. The north light through the windows. The January afternoon. The fourteen people. The room quiet. Martha Chen looked at us. She said the words that made it official. The legal words. The permanent record words. The words that put the truth into the documented form. And then she said: "The record speaks for itself." And it was done. Not with drama. Not with performance. With the specific quiet certainty of something real arriving at its correct form. I looked at Adrian. He looked at me.

Hi, my dearies Thank you for reading up to this chapter! This is to notify us that Easter Sunday will be coming with 10 Chapters! This is to appreciate you all for your love and support. So, keep your eyes on the date. Sunday, I will uploading TEN Chapters. Updates still continues! Yours Fictionally, Chin Nua