Closure Lyrics Asking Alexandria Novels & Stories

"Hello, my name is Easton. Can I buy you a drink?" "Celia. Sorry, I have to go." Easton said, "I have a gallery that's opening for the first show today. Do you have time?" I shook my head. "Thanks for the kind words, but I should get home." A message popped up on my phone and rang several times in a row. It was from Alex. "Boss, I found another Crescent design item! And it's a yellow diamond necklace that's never been displayed since the rumors of Crescent's passing. It's Moon&Stars!"

Above us, the door trembled under fists not quite flesh. Below us, the detonator waited. “We wait,” Alex said. “We make them bleed.” “No,” I said. I stepped forward. Gun raised. Heart steady. “I end this.” I pressed the charge. The crypt roared to life around us. Fire climbing fast. Walls splitting wide. Screams tearing through steel. Not mine. Not yet. I turned to Alex. “Kiss me.” He did. Because even endings deserve something soft. Outside, the sky burned red.

Oh, they did feel something, like their inner force had recovered. “I call this Clotting Needle. It is also known as Life Sealer. You’ve had a taste of what it’s like earlier. Once you get back, be good. Come and look for me after six months, and I will completely lift the Life Sealer curse from you. Otherwise… you will feel like your hearts are devoured by ten thousand ants and die from the pain,” Alex said. “Remember, apart from your respective families, nobody else should find out from you. Otherwise, I will personally destroy all of you,” Alex warned.

as Alexander and Claire locked themselves in a hug, ready to start the new phase of their lives. THE END.

No wolf would speak her name again without spitting. I turned toward the small gathering near the council stones – Elara, Sophia, and the twins. Even after everything, the kids had begged to stay. Even though they didn't fully understand what was happening. “We wanna know it’s really over,” Alexia had whispered. Brave little cub. We would have to tell them… but that was a problem for another day. Alex had fallen asleep curled against Sophia’s side. Her hand rested on his head, fingers gently combing through his hair.

Alexander said. “Destroyed.” His voice sounded empty. “And we did it to ourselves.” “With our greed. Our cruelty. And our belief that money made us untouchable.” Amelia looked down at the floor. “What will you do now?” she asked. Alexander gave a tired laugh. “I don’t know.” “Maybe try to rebuild something.” “Or maybe I’ll just disappear and let the empire collapse.” Another pause. “Either way… this is goodbye, Amelia.” His voice softened slightly. “We won’t speak again.”

She asked. “That’s still going, though…” Alexandria answered. “Of course, I’m still not going to lose to Conrad after what happened earlier.” “If that’s the case,” Conrad replied. “Sure why not…” “That’s great,” Alexandria said giving her phone number and social media accounts to them. “Text me sometimes,” She said as she was leaving the room.

She says, clapping her hands excitedly. I roll my eyes and quickly mindlink Creed, ‘do you know where Alex is? Can you ask her if she would like to go shopping with me?’ I say done our link. Within a minute Creed's answer comes down, ‘she said she can’t tonight. She has plans,’ he says, sounding distracted. ‘Oh, okay. It’s just Raya and I going I guess.’ ‘Okay, see you when you get home, take my suv. Ryan will bring you the keys, the pin to my card is seven eight one two, don’t forget it,’ he says before he cuts our link off.

🖤Jacob🖤 The news headline stayed on my screen for so long the words started blurring together eventually. “Jay Hale finally laid to rest in private Hale cemetery.” Underneath it was a blurry picture somebody took from far away. Black umbrellas. Black cars. Black clothes. A family burying the center of their world. My chest tightened painfully while I stared at the image longer than I should have. Somewhere in that crowd was Alexandra probably dressed in black with those empty eyes she’d been carrying lately.

“Melissa’s death... I guess it forced me to let go of some things. Lydia, Melissa, it’s all behind me now.” Her hand found his, squeezing lightly. “You’re doing the right thing, Rico. For us. For the baby or babies she chuckled lightly” He nodded, though the words felt hollow. Letting go was easier said than done, but he was trying. For Catherine. For their future. *** Evelyn tapped her fingers against her desk, her sharp nails clicking softly against the wood. The glass of bourbon in her hand remained untouched as she listened to Alex’s report. “She’s dead I guess,” Alex said, his tone clipped. “The car went up in flames. No body recovered, but it’s done.”