End Off Life Novels & Stories

I want to die! All right, this is the end of my life. Goodbye for everything, thank you to everyone who's ever loved me, the one who intentionally hurt me, for the people who couldn't see me happy. Rara will only live by name among them, and I will catch up with my beautiful daughter Kelsea. Slowly my body weakened, my body got bearded up, asking for oxygen, but I held on as hard as I could. In a matter of minutes, I was going to die. Thank you for reading my story. This is the end of my story.

Livie said earnestly, “If the Endlos lose this battle, I’ll beg the Great Elder only to take the Endlos Lights and spare innocent lives.” James replied, “You don’t understand. The Endlos Lights are the Endlos’ core. Whoever cultivates the Endlos Lights becomes the Endlos Lord and will be able to control the Endlos. To them, the Endlos is just a small plane. The lives of the Endlos’ inhabitants are insignificant to them.” Livie bit her lips, at a loss for words. James gently caressed her head and said smilingly, “Rest assured. What you’re worrying about won’t happen. By the way, Lor has already been reincarnated.”

Both sides face each other at opposite sides of the battlefield from yesterday, the stench of smoke and blood still fill the air to some degree. We hear that the officers simply named the battle, Final Eternity. Although I found the name a bit bland, in all truth I believe it didn’t matter. The ceremony was conducted by the meeting of Generals from both sides. When our own General Vaxides read the official Persian letter and inspected the seal for authenticity while the Persian Leader General Izari did the same with the Remanian letter. When both Generals returned the letters and saluted each other we knew the war was now over. The cheers of both armies are much more deafening than the fierc

I had just put my phone down when the screen lit up again. Several messages from an unknown number came in. They were intimate videos of Rachel and Samuel. There were also photos of Rachel with Samuel and our son, Morgan, as well as even more messages after that. [Samuel said the person he let down the most is me. He said he owes me a family.] [Cindy Wright, you took my place for a decade. It's time to give it back.] How laughable.

he took my head on his shoulder and I leaned closer to my twin. “There are things that take long before it goes away, you know that,” “And for each one that went away has at least something for you. those scars will forever remind you of the battles you’ve won,” he said slowly but his eyes never left the ocean. “You have the time of yours. Take it slow Asmara.” Afterlives are something that some people hold in their hearts a glimpse of hope that they keep with them. They believe that in another life their loved ones will find their way back and happily ever after will follow. I hope those were true. Perhaps it was love that made people believe in such.

If he hadn't cheated, Erin wouldn't have come to Alryne, and she wouldn't have met this man. Noah lowered his head. Even though he tried hard to hold it in, when he looked up again, his eyes were bloodshot. He met Erin's cold gaze, filled with disgust and impatience. He took a few weary steps backward and said quietly, "I understand." He understood that the Erin who loved him would never come back to him. That same day, Noah left Alryne, leaving behind only a dozen crates of survival supplies at the base. "Vice Captain Miller, he also left you a letter. Do you want to see it?"

The man asked persistently, “Can you forgive me now?” I knew it was Aidan. He sounded very solemn, and he was breathing heavily. “No.” I said firmly. He remained quiet for a long time before hanging up. It was almost Christmas. My previous colleagues told me that Aidan had gotten into a pack fight. He was poisoned. The witch tried her best to save his life, but he had lost all his powers. Kieran placed the steak he had cut up in front of me and asked in concern, “Is there anything wrong?”

"Live your life to the fullest, cherish every moment, and let the love you carry within your heart guide you. You're stronger than you realize." Tears streamed down Kaitlyn's face as she nodded, holding onto her father's fragile hand. "I promise, Papa. I'll make you proud, and I'll carry your love with me always." In the quiet stillness of that morning, surrounded by the profound love of a father and the promise of a new life, Mr. Leon peacefully closed his eyes. The heart monitor, which had been a constant companion in their shared moments, emitted a final beep, marking the end of a beautiful journey.

"Ready to let go. Ready to rest. Ready to truly end. No more consciousness. No more Aurora. No more anything. Just peace. Just done. Just finished. Forever." I hesitate. "Will I still be me? In the rest? In the ending? Or will I be erased too? Different than the Absolute but still gone?" "You'll be neither." Death explains. "Not Aurora. Not erased. Just finished. Like a story that ended. Like a song that completed. Like a life that lived. You were. You existed. You mattered. But now you're done. Finished. Complete. That's not erasure. That's conclusion." "Conclusion." I test the word. "I like that. Better than erasure. Better than never-was. Just finished. Just concluded. Just done. Yes. I'm

"This says... 'In the event of cognitive failure or physical incapacity exceeding 80%, terminate life support immediately. Do not attempt resuscitation. Do not use artificial ventilation. Do not use magic.'" "Magic?" Sarah asked, looking up. "It is a metaphor," Cale said quickly. "For... experimental treatments. Unproven science." "Okay. And... 'Disposal of remains: Cremation. Ashes to be mixed with spouse's ashes. Scatter location: Coordinates 45.9 N, 123.9 W.'" "That is the cliff," Elion whispered. "Outside our house." "Yes," Cale said. "The point of origin." Sarah looked at Elion. "And you, Mr. Marrow? Do you have similar wishes?"