Epilogue Hours Novels & Stories

Ready to face whatever came next. Eight hours until convergence. Eight hours until Bliss chose her fate. Eight hours until everything changed forever.

The night was still very young and their story had just begun. ^=================^ Okay, Finally, I can sign off with relief. Hope you loved this little(?) romantic epilogue?

“When Margot and I were teasing you earlier, I accidentally tripped. That must be when your lipstick smudged. If you ask me, you two shouldn’t be on the phone so late at night. You won’t have any energy during the day.” Although the explanation was a bit far-fetched, Farrell always trusted what Jetson said. Hearing Jetson explain it personally, he did not dwell on the issue anymore. However, Farrell suddenly said he wanted to go home. “I’ve been too exhausted lately. I’m going home to rest for a few days.” Farrell had never said anything like that before. Not to mention, it was the busiest time of the year every pair of hands were needed on deck. Could he really bring himself to give up the

“No one questions the mentor. No one suspects the one giving guidance. Get in. Get her alone. Drive a wedge between them. Make her doubt him. Make him doubt her. And when they finally start to splinter, I move in.” “And do what?” I turned slowly. “Burn everything.” Estrella held the vial like it was burning her skin. “What if they see through it? What if Delilah shows up while I’m—” “She won’t,” I said. “She’s out of town for the solstice. Healing retreat. My spies confirmed it.” “And if she cuts it short?” “Then you improvise.” Estrella nodded once. Tight. Resigned. “When does the shift start?” she asked.

Long Island, The Gold Coast MacKenzie Martin rubbed her eyes, which were blurred from staring too long at her computer screen. The antique clock hanging behind her desk ticked away, and she could see the numbers reflected on the monitor. Ten minutes before eleven. It had been a really long day and she just wanted to be done with her work.

Three hours to save our lives. Three hours before everything ended in flames.

"I was the one who did Annie's last surgery! It was terminal stomach cancer… I couldn't even find a place to make the first incision! Do you know how much pain she was in? But you, her boyfriend, kept ignoring her, hurting her. You gave up on her again and again! Annie said she never wanted to see you again. She doesn't want to see anything that could remind her of you. So… Leave." Wade's eyes were welling with tears, while Zach was already crying a mess on the floor, his face stained with tears and blood. His pupils shook as he stared at the urn. "Did she…really say that?" Wade just looked at him coldly, giving no answer. Zach took a deep breath and closed his eyes. A tear slid down his fac

Hugh had taken a bullet to the heart, and all his lies had finally caught up with him. It all seemed like it was meant to be. This was where it ended. No matter what came next, no matter who came for me, I was still Tasmin Sheargold. [The End.]

Watching him berate Chloe on my behalf, I suddenly felt exhausted. "Enjoy your wedding in three days," I said softly. I salvaged the carved horse from the ashes, the one he'd stayed up all night making, then clutched it tightly in my palm. I muttered, "In three days, I will leave you for good, Damien. We shall never meet again." After stumbling out of the room, I could no longer hold back my tears. At last, my family and I could be together again in heaven. While Damien was out, I went to a small store on the outskirts of town and purchased two large bags of charcoal.

The surrounding skin was swollen and raw, the dried blood dark and crusted. My legs felt weak as I inched closer, trembling all over. I kneeled by her side, carefully cleaning her up. Eve kept her eyes tightly shut, but tears continued to stream down her cheeks. I hugged her trembling body tightly. "Eve, let’s try to escape again! I’m ready this time. We’ll go together." Her eyes fluttered open, a hint of confusion in them. "Can I... really still get out?" I nodded firmly. She gently squeezed my hand, and a flicker of hope returned to her eyes.