Ending Scene Novels & Stories

I woke up in the middle of the night to find my wife crying and begging me to let her see that young man one last time. "I’ll come right back after seeing him one last time. Please, I’m begging you." In our seven years of marriage, this was only the second time she’d spoken to me in such a pleading, ingratiating tone. The last time was when I caught the kid running out of her office, his clothes in disarray. Afraid I’d make a scene, she grabbed my hand and pleaded, "Honey, I promise I’ll cut him off. Please don’t divorce me. I’ll die without you." So, I gave her another chance. Just as she promised, she devoted herself to our family, becoming the perfect wife everyone admired. Until today. I turned on the bedside lamp, looked into her eyes, and told her seriously, "Go. Don’t leave yourself with any regrets." I had no regrets left. I hoped the same for you.

I heard a small "come in" from the other end. Grabbing the knob, I twist it before pushing the door open. My eyes widened as I saw the scene unfold in front of me. Xavier stood there in the room along with a woman whose brown hair ruffled all over the place. Her blood-red lipstick was smudged. She was dressed in a revealing top. Her breast almost spilling out of her dress and extra tight and small skirt as if she'd just come from some club, her arms crossed and her features amused. She looked strangely familiar for some reason, and it took me a while to identify her, but I did. She was the same woman I had bumped into on the market. My eyes swiftly turned to Xavier. He was dressed in a suit identical to the one Xavier wore with the top few buttons open. What caught my eyes the most was the lipstick stain on his neck identical to the one the woman had on. My heart slumped in deep dejection. It wasn't any science- rocket to know what had occurred here before my arrival.

Blaze shoved Carlo hard, his breath ragged. “Get the hell out of my way! I don’t need your help.” Carlo caught his balance, his lips curling into a taunting smirk. “Really? Because it looks like you’re drowning without me.” "And no matter where you go, I'll be the only man you'll come back to" Carlo slurs. **** Blaze is a street racer trying to pay off his father’s debt, desperate to win his freedom. Carlo is a rich son of a powerful family, living a life of luxury that Blaze can only dream of. But there’s one thing Carlo can’t buy—true passion. When the underground racing scene throws them into competition, their rivalry heats up. But after an unexpected one-night stand, a new kind of tension sparks between them. Suddenly, Blaze and Carlo find themselves drawn to each other in a way they never imagined. Now, they have to decide if they can put their hatred aside and risk everything for a love neither of them saw coming. But what happens when Blaze finds out Carlo's secret?

Emerald was raised by a single mother. She grows up without a father and as she grows up her hatred for him grows as well. She made a promise to herself that she will go and look for him to avenge her mother who struggle just to provide for her. That hatred did motivate her to fight and be successful in life. When she was at the top she did find him and was able to find a way to get even through his adopted son. When everything went as planned she hesitated since she found herself falling in love with his father's adopted son, Tyler. Will she be able to forgive and forget for the sake of the man she loves? Will they both have a happy ending when Tyler already found out about her hidden agenda and real identity? Now he hates her and everything is complicated since they are siblings in the eyes of the law.

A woman who made the biggest mistake of her life. A woman who cheated and hurt the only woman who supported her and loved her. Decisions that she regrets and has some painful consequences. Hestia is a caring, cheerful woman. Everyone adores her for her authenticity. Until she met a woman that will introduce her to love and pain. Hecate was broken and at the brink of bankruptcy. Until she met a woman who made her feel loved and safe. But she chose a decision that she would soon regret. She was ready to settle down when she made the biggest mistake of her life. Hestia came back, strong and confident. Hecate wants Hestia back. Will Hestia forgive her?? Will Hecate make the same mistake again??? What certain action did Hecate make just to make Hestia hers again??? Will they have their happy ending???

Reborn in Fire, Driven by Vengeance Lyra trusted them, Selene, her best friend. Damon, the boy she loved. But their betrayal came sharp and swift, ending her life and stealing her power in a ruthless bid to claim Ether Pack, the most powerful werewolf pack in existence. What they didn’t count on… was her return. Reborn stronger, fiercer, and fueled by vengeance, Lyra is back to reclaim everything that was stolen from her. This time, she’s no pawn, she’s the storm. But standing at the heart of the Ether Pack is Killian, the mate she once rejected… and the only one who stayed loyal until her final breath. Now, Lyra must decide: will she burn everything to the ground, or rise with Killian at her side and take back the crown that was always meant to be hers? Betrayal lit the fire. Love may be the only thing that can tame it.

In the lowest ranks of the Wolf Territory, Luna is the ultimate bottom feeder until Alpha King Cain forces a long lost royal heirloom onto her neck. She thinks she is a pawn, but the blood of an ancient purebred lineage awakens within her. She is the prophesied Primal Matriarch, the only one capable of ending the centuries long war. When her heat strikes unexpectedly, seven rival Alphas are sent into a primal frenzy by her scent. From a brutal king and a cold blooded mercenary to an arrogant tech mogul, they will do anything to claim her, unaware that they are merely pieces on a board. With enemies plotting in the shadows and kingdoms hungry for her power, Luna refuses to be a sacrificial lamb. Armed with a scalpel and the burning fire of the ancients, she will make them understand that she is not the prey. She is the predator. She isn't just looking for a mate, she is looking to rule.

My wedding starts at 12:00 pm on the dot. There are 58 tables, each table costing 8888 dollars. 120 bottles of premium liquor have been opened. 300 packs of top-tier cigarettes are unsealed. At 2:30 pm, all the guests have left the scene, leaving nothing but a huge mess behind. That's when a server hands me the bill. "It'll be 510 thousand dollars, miss." I'm left gobsmacked. "I'm a wedding guest, not the organizer." The groom is Charlie Humboldt, my ex-boyfriend. At the moment, he takes his pregnant bride, Sasha Fitch, by the hand while sneering at me. "Since you're here, you might as well foot the bill. Think of it as your way of compensating for my youth." Charlie's mother, Melissa Carlton, moves to block the door. "If you're not paying the bill, then you can forget about leaving. No one wants you anyway, so you might as well stay here and pay off your debt by working as a dishwasher!" As I stare at the shameless family, I dig out my phone quietly. What they don't know is that this five-star hotel is a gift from my dad to me.

After my dad's first love moved into our house and became my tutor, my mom never raised her voice at her again. She just coughed worse and worse, until one day I found the lab report she'd thrown out. Stage IV lung cancer. That afternoon, Dad came home with his arm around her, and walked right into Mom sitting on the couch. There was a flicker of guilt on his face. "Helena, if you've got something to say, just say it. Don't make a scene in front of the kid." Mom was eerily calm. She pointed at the woman and said, "She gets on her knees and apologizes to me three times. And you sign over half the company. Then we're done." Dad thought she'd lost it. But in the end he signed the share transfer. After that, Mom's pills kept multiplying and her appetite kept shrinking. But she hired the best lawyer in town, and over and over she taught me how to manage those shares once I was old enough. Dad never figured out the one thing that mattered. Mom was already on her way out.

“Where’s the ring?” "Huh?" She pulled her hand back. “I asked, Where’s the ring?” Chris repeated the question, staring at his fiancée with displeasure. “It’s at the office. Since I have to wash coffee cups often, I took it off and put it away. I was afraid it might get worn out.” Her answer made Chris feel slightly relieved. "If you take off that ring again, I’ll take it as you ending our engagement. No games." "I’m not breaking off the engagement. I just took off the ring to keep it safe." “Then put it on. Right now.” Chris’s glare was unwavering, his words almost a command. "Alright, alright," she muttered in protest, reached into her bag, took out her ring, and put it on. Then she turned her hand to show him.