Every Story Has An Ending Novels & Stories

Clara's POV This is how it ends. Not with a dramatic reversal or a final revelation. Not with justice arriving in a thunderclap or love declared in a doorway. Those things had their moments earlier in the story and they were real and they mattered. But the end of a life, even a life that contains a death and a rebirth and all the specific architecture of everything I have told you, does not arrive as a single moment. It arrives in the morning. This morning.

She slapped my arm making me turn toward her, her eyes glaring at me, "What the hell is wrong with you !" "You will get back together, no way i am letting you both drift apart again." It's not by your hand. I wanted to say. "This is no fairytale Katherine." I said, "Not every story have a happy ending." "Who cares about the end." Katherine said, she had a point, "The story is what matters." I looked at her and shook my head again. The story matters but didn't our story end ? It did. It ended the moment i turned my back and left.

One relieving thing about life is that everything happens for a reason and they are usually aimed for our good. No matter the situation one finds his or herself in, there’s always a tiny bit of God’s will in that situation; whether good or bad. It could be that God wanted to reunite Ace with his two sons and also strengthen his marriage union with Belinda. Things might have fallen out between the couple but one thing we can’t dispute is that the crisis also rekindled their stale and dying love for each other. Not to also forget, the crisis also brought two lovely brothers together and it was evident that they would eventually be in each other’s life once everything was settled between both p

"Why did you suddenly get so quiet?" James asked, looking at me through the rearview mirror. I turned to face him. "Nothing. Just wondering why the author ended the story that way. It's not fair that the female lead died, leaving the male lead to mourn her for the rest of his life." I noticed him smile slightly. "Not all stories have a happy ending, you know," He said. I lifted my shoulders in a shrug. "I know. My story is going to have a happy ending though," I uttered.

Hello everyone(⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) Dear readers, this is going to be my last note to all, not because the story has come to an end... it hasn't. It's simply because I do not wish to cut into the story anymore before it gets annoying, and so, this will be my last note until the end of this story.

No matter how hard, no matter how scary, love is strongest. I think about future sometimes. Maybe story continue, maybe characters continue, maybe you want more. I don’t know yet, but for now, ending is good. They together, safe, strong, love each other. That is enough for me. That is enough for story. I want readers finish chapter with smile, with heart warm, with feeling “Yes, love survive, love win.” That is my dream.

And suddenly the story changes. But that's okay. Stories are supposed to change. That's what makes them worth telling. And our story? It was far from over.

A broken scream tore from my throat. “Mom!” The flesh on my hands was shredded. Even that pain was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. Memories of all the sweet moments I once shared with Suzanna flashed through my mind. Regret and hatred twisted inside me until I coughed up blood and collapsed. As my consciousness faded, I whispered, “Suzanna, from this moment on, we mean nothing to each other anymore.”

Something was beginning. The Story Weaver appeared beside me, her form shimmering like sunlight on water. "You feel it too," she said. "Yes. What is happening?" "The cycle is completing. The story you have been weaving is reaching its natural end. It is time to let it go." "Let it go?" "All stories must end. It is what makes them precious. If they never ended, they would lose their meaning." The Story Weaver's words settled over me like a gentle weight. I had known, on some level, that this moment would come. All things end. All stories conclude. The bridge had been built. The worlds had been connected. The tales had been woven. There was nothing left to add.

“Look at the sun. Everyday he comes to an end just to come back the next day brighter. “ And smiling she told them: “Is just as C. JoyBell C. once said “"Ends are not bad things, they just mean that something else is about to begin. And there are many things that don't really end, anyway, they just begin again in a new way. Ends are not bad and many ends aren't really an ending; some things are never-ending."” (Author's note: The happy ending is here, but the epilog is just around the corner )