End Of The World Novels & Stories

I didn’t want him to feel responsible for my personal matters. His voice brightened with unmistakable joy. "Really? That’s wonderful! The Order welcomes you at any time. When will you depart? A week after the ceremony? You can settle your affairs first." My eyes fell to the calendar. The full moon date was circled. It was supposed to be the end of happiness. Now it was the countdown to my departure. "No. I will leave on the day of the Marking Ceremony." On that day, I will sever every connection between Raelor and me.

"You’ve been a wonderful 'Rebel.' The audience loved your 'Defiance.' But every story needs an ending." The console began to hum. A light—brighter than anything I had ever seen—began to grow from the center of the room. "When I turn this key," the Editor said, "The 'Real World' and the 'Simulation' will merge. There will be no more pods. No more hunger. Everyone will live in the 'Permanent Now.' A world where nothing ever changes, and no one ever wakes up." "That’s not a world!" I shouted. "That’s a prison!"

This outcome was inevitable. As it finished speaking, the temperature spiked. The hail and snow covering the ground melted away, silently marking the end of the old world. The air turned so hot that it was hard to breathe, like the whole world had been sealed inside a furnace, cooking the people trapped inside. Trees erupted into flames, floodwaters surged across the ground beneath them, and steam filled the air. For a moment, the crowd went still, then the panic broke again. The ground groaned and split. "The world's ending! Queen Charlotte, please come back and save us!"

The Jackals held their breath. ​The warehouse, the city, and the empire were all balanced on the edge of a single heartbeat. The "Proposal" was forgotten on the table. The "Vatican White" was a ghost. There was only the father, the lover, and the girl caught in the crossfire of a war that had no winners. ​"Goodbye, Roman," Arthur said, his voice cold and final. ​"Not today, Vulture," Roman replied.

In the dream, Tea refused to end like that! Unfortunately for her, the palace maid sent her a glass of poisoned wine and 3 metres of white silk - she was given the option to chose her death. Tea drank the poisoned wine and died horrifically. She had so much resentment that she became a ghost and saw how the entire country collapsed because of one woman. In the end, golden words suddenly appeared in front of her: "Save the country and live freely!"

I guess that true love stories never have endings after all. Dean took my hand in his and interlocked our fingers as the flight attendant announced that the plane was about to take off. "Let's go home, shall we?" He said with the most beautiful smile. T H E E N D. _____ Thanks for reading! ~Chris xx.

Cyrus borrowed someone’s phone to text me, saying he and Serena were both being deported back home. “Can you come back and take care of me?” His voice sounded extremely weak in the voice message. However, I did not feel a shred of pity, retorting mercilessly to cut his last strand of hope. “Face it, I don’t love you anymore. Now you’re like a turd in the latrine to me, dirty and foul. “Perhaps you were important to me once, but now I’m too disgusted to even look at you. Do you understand me now?”

After saying all that, she turned and walked out without hesitation. The door slammed shut behind her. I stared at the ceiling as tears slid down my face. The mother who raised me had died a horrific death. The person responsible was still warning me not to cause trouble. I closed my eyes and took a slow breath. When I opened them again, nothing remained except overwhelming hatred. I reached for the pendant hanging around my neck. I pressed a tiny hidden button on the back. After five years of marriage, even Suzanna never knew it was an emergency communicator.

She was beaming, her eyes full of dreams for the future. "Let's have a destination wedding, alright? We'll get married in Southpoint, then have another ceremony in Eastwind. I heard the Lumians are very romantic, too… What about having another ceremony in the Lumian capital of Lumiere? I want to wear lots and lots of beautiful wedding dresses and take all kinds of wedding photos, fill up a whole wall with them…" Zach just looked at her, his eyes emotionless. "Annie's dead."

talk to people from all over the world. It was then that he found out that his situation wasn't normal. Over the next two years he learned other languages with the help of some foreign friends he had befriended and became quite fluent. Apparently, he had a knack for languages as he picked them up with little effort. Life continued like this, and he was content. You would think after being treated the way he was, one would develop some sort of a noble goal in life like getting revenge on his uncles and their families or just moving out and living freely but no. Sheng Chen just lived day to day, never made any plans, and never really hated anyone or loved anyone. Even his aunt, who he lat