Endgame Synonym Novels & Stories

"No need for that. I'll go myself. You don’t need to force me to abort Ian's baby!" Karen looked at me with disdain as if she were looking at something dirty. "How dare you call that thing you're carrying Ian's baby! How shameless! You might have deceived him, but not me! This thing must die!" I ended the recording on my phone and looked at Karen meaningfully. "I hope you won't regret this."

“ how many more minutes till y’all are done playing this little hide and seek game? Its getting boring” “ Are you aware that you’re actually kidnapped” the guy said, just to be sure. “ well now I am” “ Then why did you call it hide and seek?” “ Oh sorry, tic tac toe sounds more appropriate” she said with a scoff and lowkey, it pissed her guard off. “ at this pace, you might as well get killed before we find a use of you” “ excuse you, I am a living breathing human… if you can be used like an object, I interject on my behalf”

“Okay. I'll zip it. After I leave this place, I will play your game.” “Good, good.” Elias stroked her head. “Until when will I play this game, brother?” Elias contemplated for a while as he looked at the ceiling as if he gazed at someone above. “Brother?” “Okay… fine,” Elias concluded his thoughts. “Until I say ‘The End’.” “When will it be?” “I don’t know.” Elias honestly didn’t know either. “Will you deliver the ‘The End’ phrase to me directly?” Shadow was searching for Elias who was staring into the ceiling.

Who knows how l will end up? The fourth prince happened to see Er Lin's discomfited appearance and it reminded him of the white moonlight in his heart - the woman he had to give up in order to gain power and possibly become emperor. In the end, he chose Er Lin. Both Du Xiang and Er Lin had to offer up their wrists so that the princes knew they were virgins and then they stood behind the prince who picked them.

I remained expressionless, waiting for her to get to the point. She casually sat down opposite me, crossing her legs. "You've been losing for years. Don't think that winning this lawsuit will bring Terence back to your side." I sneered, "Don't worry. Consider him a gift to you. Anyway, I'm tired of him. If you like secondhand things, then enjoy them. My room, toys, and clothes were all old. Since you like used things, I'll make it easier for you. Like mother, like daughter."

“The best thing to do is end the relationship on good terms while you still have the chance because I assure you, you will only end up hating each other. It’s an entire shit show babes, don’t do it.” When Lydia noticed that my demeanor had changed, she stood from her office chair and said, “Alright Wendy, thank you for the files. We appreciate your input, you can go now.” Wendy laughed softly as she headed for the door. She proceeded to push it open and while her hand was still on the doorknob, she said rather sweetly, “I'm not trying to be a Debby Downer, I’m just saying the truth, really.” “Bye sweetie.” Lydia smiled at her.

Orion stepped between them. “Don’t.” The End’s eyes glowed silver. “You carry the memory of every death.” Then he looked at the little girl. “And you carry the memory of every beginning.” The little girl stared at him. “What does that mean?” The End smiled. “Together, you can create something I cannot destroy.” Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “What?” The End whispered: “An ending that chooses not to end.” Silence. Then the little girl stepped forward. Lucian grabbed her arm.

They walked away together and never once looked back. The flames surged and climbed higher and higher… A burning beam came crashing down on Yvonne. She spat out a mouthful of blood. In the next moment, the flames swallowed her whole. That hopeless life of hers ended right there.

She was looking at Alexandra's reflection, not to her exactly. "Hi, Eloisa. You look good." "Hmm thank you. Don't expect me to return the compliment to you. Cos you know, that would be way too fabricated." Eloisa laughed and her two other snake looking allies laughed as well. "Anyway, good luck with your recital later. May you impress again the crowd." She put a sort of a tune to the word impress. They packed up their kits quickly and made their way out of the comfort room.

They must've assumed these arguments make sense because I was silently standing there, making it appear as if I'd been listening, and I knew I wouldn't be able to pretend I hadn't. I put my hands over my ears, but could still detect certain words. I longed to go out of the house but forced myself to remain seated still. "You don't get it!" "I hate this life!" "You children are just a burden I can't abandon!" "I told you to listen to me…" I pressed my hands harder into my ears. Trapped there, with my eyes closed, I could almost see the words as illuminated streaks floating in the air. The noise made me realize that's their only one solution that I could think of: To play a morality game, a ga