End Off Life Novels & Stories

‘Rochelle Mead' Once said, “Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to leave this world.” “Will this be my moment? Will this be my time to leave this world? Will this be how my story ends? Will this be the last time I will hear Nathan’s voice?” Amore thought to herself as she looked down at the phone and ended the call with Nathan. She slided the phone up her sleeves hoping Nathan would track the phone in time. Amore turned around watching everything slowly unfold in front of her. The two officers were standing at the door.

Before reaching the happy ending, you will need to suffer and feel the pain because of love. When we finished eating, we will about to go to the mall for shopping but I received a call from my mom. This is so random. My mom doesn’t call me. I think it’s important, so I immediately answered her call. I excused myself to Jaira and she just nodded. “Hello, Mom? What’s with the call?” [“I know that your classes are already over. Go home now. I have something important to discuss with you.”] I can sense how serious that important thing that she will say to me because of her voice.

Cali They say when you come to the end of your life you see the beginning, that the life you have led flashes before your eyes like an old movie reel. But standing there, staring at certain death, I didn’t see the life I had led, I saw all the things I had yet to do. I saw Tristan and I laying on a beach and playing with our children, I saw huge family Christmases at the pack house and watching our children meet their mates. I saw love and life in complete contrast to the death that stared me down.

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!

As expected, the screen was filled with over a thousand missed calls. Zoe let out a scornful laugh. "Next time, you should switch it up. Terminal illness? Jumping into the sea? Maybe she'll transfer all of the Warren family's assets straight to the Coles." He smiled casually. "Maybe she would." Taking advantage of the moment before anyone noticed me, I left the house, dazed and hollow. When we were eighteen, Adrian had worn a faded, repeatedly washed white shirt and knelt at the entrance of my home, appearing awkward and earnest, as he confessed his feelings.

You gave my life so much more meaning than it had before; grateful is what I am to you. I will never love anyone the way I love you and I want you to never forget that. What I don't want is for you to wait for me. I want you to try the best you can to forget about me and move on. There's so much more happiness in the world waiting for you and I need you to do all you can to get it. You'll be fine, I promise. I never thought a day like this would come and you sure as hell don't deserve it. But I'm sorry Dean, this is how we end. ~Chip. _________

She picked up my phone as she spoke. “You are emotionally unstable right now, so I will keep your phone for a few days. Otherwise, you might call the police. If you frame Eric again, I will end up cleaning up another mess. Mom’s body has already been cremated and buried. Publicly, I will say she died from sudden illness. I am warning you for the sake of family harmony, stop causing trouble. Otherwise, next time I will not forgive you so easily.” After saying all that, she turned and walked out without hesitation.

If her mother doesn't come back, we can only …" Kelvin's voice sounded a little bitter. He refused to say that word. But Ethan was calm. "People have to die eventually." "But you're Ethan Miller!" "It doesn't change anything." Ethan coughed lightly. If this truly was the end, he only had one regret. He couldn't see Olivia and the children one last time before he died. He slowly got up, his footsteps unsteady as he headed outside. Krystal, who had just washed up, hastily went up to him to support him. "Careful, Sova."

"Mr. Wayne, this is the repaired dashcam footage." Wayne took it and pressed play. Arden's broken voice came through the speaker. "Wayne… I've known for a long time that you could walk, but still, congratulations. And thank you for risking your life to save me five years ago. But this marriage you built out of lies, letting me live in fake happiness—it has to end. I don't blame you for deceiving me, but I'll never forgive you either. Goodbye, Wayne…" Her words were cut short by a deafening explosion.

“You can purge it. End everything. Or lock it forever—take the burden. Your choice.” Emotional climax built slow—years of auctions, betrayals, viruses, deaths crashing together. Sofia’s flatline. Nadia’s smile as she died. Anya’s fevered eyes. Dante and Rocco—bleeding beside me through every hell. I pressed down—retinal scan flaring, heartbeat locking. “Final heir override. All remaining strains terminating. Global network permanent shutdown. Node self-destruct in sixty seconds.” Console flashed green—codes scrolling to zero. Servers overheated—fans screaming, lights strobing red.