Ending Zone Novels & Stories

“The final move has to be decisive. No more games.” Sienna met his gaze. “Then we make the next move count.” Enzo nodded, his resolve hardening. The war wasn’t over, but the end was finally in sight.

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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!

Thanks. But Dane and Ezra stayed in their hold. Content. Connected. Legacy strong. One final adventure closed the circle perfect. Sun set outside. Hearts full. Life well lived. Future safe. The story ended with them there. Holding tight. Smiling through last days. Love enduring. Courage shared. Hope passed on. Everything they fought for lived beyond them. Peace in the final hold. Journey complete.

I slide the banana to the far edge of the tray. “Just looking out for you,” Eli adds, already shovelling eggs like he didn't say anything. I force a laugh, then sip my shake. Zanthe growls again, but quieter this time, more of a grumble. I shut her out and return my attention to Eli, before he can notice. He leans back, stretching, his grin widening. “Five more days before the End of year. Then I finally get to go home. And if the goddess is good, I’ll get word on my application to the Elite Task Force.”

--- The figures stopped a few steps away. --- Close enough now— --- That distance no longer mattered. --- That resistance no longer mattered. --- “This concludes,” they said. --- A pause. --- “Interference will end.” --- Elena exhaled slowly. --- Not in defeat. --- In clarity. --- Because this— --- This was the moment everything led to. --- Not the fight. --- Not the struggle. --- The end of options. --- The place where choice— --- No longer belonged to her. --- Or so they believed.

Nevertheless, the physical pain couldn't hold a candle to the agony in my heart. Finally, I reached the bottom of the hill. I had just called for a cab when Dominic called. "Evelyn, you gave Irene such a fright that she's getting a panic attack. Get your ass over here and apologize to her at once!" Gripping the umbrella that was being whipped around by the roaring wind, I informed him that I was still on the outskirts of the city. Just then, hail began falling from the sky, thumping loudly as the pieces of ice hit the ground.

“Ah, you’re so clever. No wonder you scored full marks in your exams! Here, this is a reward from us. Let’s see if you like it.” With that, Dominic pulled out a Snow Queen globe from behind him. Anya's eyes widened in excitement and she hopped over, her voice full of joy. “Thank you, Dominic and Margot! You guys are the best!”

And now, I was done believing him. The silence stretched on, and the man on the phone asked again. I steadied myself and answered calmly. "Yes. I accept." We exchanged a few more words, settled on a start date, and I hung up. Then I hailed a cab and went home. I pushed open the front door and went straight upstairs to pack. I was moving out. If I was going to end things, there was no point dragging it out. Packing did not take long. Looking down at the worn-out clothes and pants so faded they had turned white, it hit me just how lean these years had really been.

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE