End Of The Truman Show Novels & Stories

But do they have a choice to stop now? As the beep filled with terror and red, the crumbled world broke into pieces as the system notified: “An Alliance with the ruin dungeon is terminated! The former boss, Allan, defeated!” “B...boss!” The long silence replace with grief of Ania's voice, tears rolled out even more. She keep wagging her head, refusing to believe. “That can't be... Allan, you can't be...” “W-what about the competition then?” Jim ask out of the blue, the question that filled his mind all through this time: “C-can we able to qualified to join again?”

He kept repeating his apology until his final breath escaped him. Tristan died wallowing in regret without ever receiving forgiveness for his actions. When Mrs. Scott found out Tristan was gone, she grieved so deeply that she fell sick. On the day of Tristan's funeral, she gave me another huge sum of money. "Claudia, thank you for being with Tristan in his final moments. I have nothing much I can give you. Please accept this bit of money from me," Mrs. Scott said before she looked back at the portrait of Tristan and started crying again.

It was done, and it was perfect. THE END

Next, some liquid splashed down, and her bones shattered, then slowly dissolved into a puddle of water. The water evaporated under intense heat, leaving behind nothing but an empty and spotless surface. The video stopped. On the darkened screen, Jason saw his own bloodshot eyes staring back. “She... really left me with nothing...” His voice was a broken mix of laughter and tears. He sounded deranged, as though he had lost his mind. Eric, who was standing nearby, could not bear it anymore and stepped forward. “Mr. Fender...” The man with glasses spoke softly. “Our deepest condolences.”

"When we cleaned up the scene, the only thing we found was a burned shoe. "It was Mrs. Greco's."

The fact that these uncles of the Ford family are still safe and sound is probably all thanks to Killian's kindness. The sad thing is that these people are still not satisfied. For the next period of time, Truman never bothered her again, probably thinking that she was too greedy and didn't know her place, and that she was not worth his effort. Unknown to him, the day after she met with him, Killian was meeting with a business partner at the golf course. As he was about to leave, Truman arrived. The two sat down in the sunroom. Truman handed over a cigar, but Killian raised his hand to decline. "I quit."

Her cup had tipped over, and water spilled all over her pants. Ivan quickly grabbed some tissues and wiped her pants. "Sorry, my hand slipped," Rebecca apologized, her face flushed. "It's fine. I'll go with you to get change. Don't want you to catch a cold." Ivan led Rebecca away. The documentary lost its appeal, and everyone else dispersed. When I got back to my room, my suitcase was open. Ivan's things had all been taken out. … That night, I kept staring at my phone. The unread messages on the screen were still the two sentences he'd sent.

Snowy, usually feral, hung limp—dead asleep. Bubba and Missy didn't react either. Heads down. Out cold. Still talking, Alan moved to toss Snowy into the tank. "Don't!" I shouted. "I'll leave. Just don't hurt them." Only then did he fling Snowy back at me. "Smart. Get the hell out. Come back and I'll feed you to the crocs too." One hour until the apocalypse. My fully stocked home? Gone. I was out on the street with my three cats.

And now, I was done believing him. The silence stretched on, and the man on the phone asked again. I steadied myself and answered calmly. "Yes. I accept." We exchanged a few more words, settled on a start date, and I hung up. Then I hailed a cab and went home. I pushed open the front door and went straight upstairs to pack. I was moving out. If I was going to end things, there was no point dragging it out. Packing did not take long. Looking down at the worn-out clothes and pants so faded they had turned white, it hit me just how lean these years had really been.

Ramona's expression froze when she recognized me. Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open in shock. In an instant, all the color drained from her face. Her phone dropped to the ground with a thud. At that moment, Luke returned with two ice cream cones from the vendor. "Howie, Mona. I got the ice cream!" He shouted cheerfully while following her gaze to me. When he noticed me watching him coldly a few feet away, his smile froze on his face, mirroring Ramona's earlier.