End Of Watch Novels & Stories

Something pops up on the screen, one that looks like a map and a pointer on it, showing their locations. Ezra speaks. “I changed these watches that record and store your locations in its device. The watches are a pair, so if one of you gets lost, then the other one can know the place you are and find you.” Drake grins. “It's actually working. It also says how far or near I am to you. This can work as a good tracking device.” He looks up and exchanges a glance with Dory.

Countdown: 3 seconds. The sound of the waves suddenly grew distant, like the world was bowing out. Countdown: 1 second. "Goodbye." Time hit zero. [The End]

This is just the beginning. THE END

This is September's End. The sweetest downfall of the great manipulator. *** This is the LAST chapter of the novel. Hope you enjoyed reading! Thank you and see you on the next book!

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they looked awake. "What now?" Rowan asked, his hand finding mine. I looked at the horizon. The Aethel-Group’s ships were leaving, their sleek, silver hulls reflecting the morning light. They were cutting their losses. We were no longer profitable. "Now," I said, "we learn to live without a script." But as we turned to walk back to the survivors, a small, silver device on the ground chirped. It was Mr. Vane’s pocket watch. It was cracked, its gears exposed. But the hands weren't moving. Instead, a small screen on the face showed a single word in glowing red letters:

Chapter Fifteen Quinn I lean back in my chair, wiping tears from my eyes. A logical part of my brain tells me I need to stop. But for some reason, I lack all self-control and don’t click away. Someone knocks on my office door, and I look up, prepared to hide behind my monitor if need be. But it’s just Marissa, and I wave her in. “Oh my God,” she says and comes around to my desk. “Stop watching those clips of dogs greeting their owners after they come home from the military.”

all over again. The End.

Resolved. This was the real end of it.

We are home. THE END