End The Game Beeyotch Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

And the days, at last, belonged to them. She opened her eyes and looked out at the dark forest one final time. It remained empty. And that emptiness, hard-won and carefully kept, was enough. THE END. THAN YOU FOR READING THIS BOOK I PROMISE TO IMPROVE AND MAKE IT MORE INTERESTING IN MY NEXT STORY FOLLOW NOW TO ENJOY. Continue the part 2

"We’re going to write Chapter 121, and we’re going to make it so messy the Ink-Man chokes on it." ​Beyond the viewport, the blackness of the void began to bleed. The "Ink" was coming, a tidal wave of narrative finality designed to end the book here. ​Kael looked at the "Reader's Eye"—at You. ​"Don't close the app," Kael whispered. "We’re just getting to the good part."

“A sacred book has been in existence for long, which only the witch knows about and of course, the Elders. It was written after the time of the witch trials and in the book, it talks about a kind like ours who will bring an end to our existence.” “Blasphemy!” roared someone and Aamon shot the person a deadly glare for interrupting. “I was not done talking yet,” he shut him up and continued, “One person from the Blackburn family will be the one to end us and since we do not who it is in particular, we just had to end them all, before they end us. I cannot sit and watch my immortality being stripped from me. I don’t know about all of you, but if I did not do what I did, that is what you all wo

The impact sends a shockwave rippling through the hall, knocking the breath from my lungs and driving me back a step. The whispers beneath his voice rise, swelling into a chorus of agony. “The Final Game begins at dawn,” he announces. “Rest, if you can. Remember, if you dare.” His gaze lingers on me too long. “Make the easy choice,” he whispers. “It is the only way to end this.” Then the torches go out all at once. Darkness swallows the hall. When the light returns, the Herald is gone, but the blood remains. Dax stands beside me now, closer than before.

“Or I will not be responsible for what I do to you next.” That shook her. Really shook her. Beverly went still, eyes wide, like for the first time she understood that whatever game she had been trying to play had ended a long time ago and she had kept walking after the board had already burned. “You would not,” she whispered. I took one step toward her. She recoiled. That was answer enough. “Get out,” I said.

Simply a fact. Aurelion’s eyes hardened. “Why?” The eye blinked. BECAUSE ALL THINGS END. STARS END. Another star vanished. WORLD'S END. A mountain in the distance crumbled. GOD'S END. The sea recoiled. I AM THE END. The words echoed through reality itself. Nobody spoke. Because what answer could there be? How did one fight an ending? The black eye slowly turned. Toward Elara. BUT SHE DID NOT END.

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Everything happened faster than her eyes could process. Pressing her neck against the tree, he slowly lifted her off her feet. “Now, I’m going to ask again.” This time he sounded meaner—perhaps angrier even. “Where… is… the boy?” Rebecca let out a choking gasp. She wiggled her feet in mid-air, struggling to escape his tight grip. Blood dribbled out of her mouth. Then suddenly, she stopped fighting. Her arms dropped and her lips curved into a faint smile. T-Murek, puzzled by her smile, narrowed his eyes at her. “What amuses you?”

**** [Note:] Hi guys! If ever one of you here is already reading this, I want to tell you that it's not yet the end but the beginning of the end. It means, book 1 of Code Series is now meeting its end and we'll finally turn the page into finding the truths behind all lies, the answer to all of your questions. Sadly, I need to finish this here and we'll see you guys in the next book! Before I left it here like this, I want to inform you that all unanswered queries and mysteries will be answered in the next book. Thank you! Cie, Love lots!

A tremor runs from my hand up my arm and directly to my dick. Wow. “This one,” she says, looking up at me through inky lashes. I shift in my seat, trying to bring my body under control, and turn up my palm. It’s the gray pawn. “Black.” I turn the board so that the gray chess pieces are in front of her. “Okay. I’ll start.” Four moves in and I’m dragging my hands through my hair. “As usual, you’ve been holding out on me, haven’t you?” My tone is wry.