Essence Of Finality Novels & Stories

"Ready to let go. Ready to rest. Ready to truly end. No more consciousness. No more Aurora. No more anything. Just peace. Just done. Just finished. Forever." I hesitate. "Will I still be me? In the rest? In the ending? Or will I be erased too? Different than the Absolute but still gone?" "You'll be neither." Death explains. "Not Aurora. Not erased. Just finished. Like a story that ended. Like a song that completed. Like a life that lived. You were. You existed. You mattered. But now you're done. Finished. Complete. That's not erasure. That's conclusion." "Conclusion." I test the word. "I like that. Better than erasure. Better than never-was. Just finished. Just concluded. Just done. Yes. I'm

in the "Code." "We 'Sync' with the 'Finality', Dominic," Avery commanded, her "Gold-Resonance" "Dissolving" into his "Vantablack-Indigo" until there was no "Subject" and no "Object." "We don't 'End.' We 'Establish.' We show the 'Infinite' that the 'Contract' was the 'Primary-Friction-of-Being'."

A thing with a location was a thing you could bear to wait for. He finished the book. He closed it. He sat with the quality of having finished something, which was not the same as the quality of having ended something. Finishing was completed. The ending was a loss. The therapy would be an ending, and he would hold it as an ending, with all the weight that endings deserved. But the after—the after was not an ending. The after was a different kind of thing.

The people’s suffering, yell and cries was visibly projected at the wall. “Thought that had long gone, ye heiress shall be back drawing out ye Lord’s request. Mission… Mission, thy mission shall be finished. She will terminate humanity at all cost. You…” the Oracle pointed at the President’s son and the son was terrified with what she did. “You shall be the bearer of the humanity’s hope.” The light seen at the sky was slowly fading away as the oracle collapsed from exhaustion. Everyone was left dumbfounded of what they witnessed, it was terrifying, what they witnessed sent chills to their spines because it was just so unbelievable!

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.

You're so whiny. The girl stopped her crying, she raised her head to look at the face of the husband, "You talk like that because you don't feel it. How does it feel if you have a terminal illness and you also get a verdict from a doctor, you will definitely be sad and hopeless. When the disease comes, it feels very painful, ” she replied grumpily.

“Since you have inherited part of the will of the last successful trialist, you can't quit halfway. The penalty of forfeiting the trial is obliteration.” “What did you say? What sort of obliteration?” Alex was shocked. “You’d be dead in reality.”

The cursed wolf’s final howl was never heard. Because there was no distance for sound to travel. The Alpha’s final command was never issued. Because there was no other to obey. The mother’s final embrace was never released. Because there was no separation to bridge. The children’s final question was never answered. Because the answer was the questioning. The descendants’ final achievement was never celebrated. Because achievement was the seeking. The universe’s final expansion was never completed. Because completion was the motion. All finales dissolved before they formed. All beginnings dissolved before they started.

He asked me, ever so randomly. I furrowed my brows in confusion, finding it hard to remember. "You said 'I'm sorry Dean, but this is how we end'." He reminded me. I looked at him, still trying to understand why he made that reference. "And as time passed, and I started to heal," he went on, "I could think about our memories without feeling so much pain and there was a particular one that always crossed my mind." I waited for him to reveal what it was. "True love stories never have endings." He said softly. "Richard Bach."

My wife's student, Talon Palmer, hired someone to stab me, leaving me critically injured. In six years as an attorney, my wife Audrey Taylor had never lost a case. Yet she stayed up all night compiling nearly a hundred pages of trial materials, all to prove Talon innocent. I stood in the doorway for six straight hours, torturing myself as I watched her work. Finally, I asked hoarsely, "Why?" She didn't even look up. "You accused Talon of being the other man. All he did was ask that thug to pretend to be his brother and scare you. Everything that happened afterward was the thug's own doing. It had nothing to do with Talon." I shook my head in disbelief. Hysterical, I rushed forward and tr