Fin Meaning End Novels & Stories

at the end. . . . #TBC

“They’re shit. I'm sure we are going to destroy them too when we play them.” I scoffed, glaring at him."Dude, we barely scrapped past The Clarets yesterday. The team that finished bottom of the league last season. And you are here talking about destroying a team that finished fourth. Above us, by the way." "It was the first game, man. Away from home. Chill."Finn shrugged, eating up his fries. "Don't tell me to chill."I snapped. "We were fucking horrendous on that field." "We know, Cap," Jasper interjected. "What Finn is trying to say is that it was just first game jitters. I'm sure we are going to get our shit together going forward, right guys?"

At last, everything is over. The End

Cyrus borrowed someone’s phone to text me, saying he and Serena were both being deported back home. “Can you come back and take care of me?” His voice sounded extremely weak in the voice message. However, I did not feel a shred of pity, retorting mercilessly to cut his last strand of hope. “Face it, I don’t love you anymore. Now you’re like a turd in the latrine to me, dirty and foul. “Perhaps you were important to me once, but now I’m too disgusted to even look at you. Do you understand me now?”

Love. END

He just stood there, watching us go, his eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite name. --- I named my daughter Seraphina because I wanted her to be free, like a bird soaring high above the sky. She loved her name. With her shimmering tail fin, she brushed softly against my hand, as if to say thank you. I taught her how to shift her tail into human legs. Seraphina was clever and quick. In just three days, she had two pale, perfect legs. She hugged me gently, then leaned close and whispered in my ear. "Mom, I’ll be your legs now. I’ll always protect you."

Some endings don’t need words. They just need someone to notice.

he finishes and I nod my head. “No problem.” I respond before turning to my moms look alike “so can we get to the part of the conversation where you tell me who you are” I say with a raised eyebrow.

He sat on the edge of my bed, gently stroking the back of my hand. "Get some rest. I'll send you abroad to recuperate," he said. I shook my head and replied weakly, "No need. I want to leave." I didn't say it aloud, but I wanted to leave him and this world. Just one more day, and I would be free. He suddenly pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly it felt like he wanted to fuse me into himself. "Don't say that. Evelyn, please…" On the last day before I planned to die, Ricky's funeral was finally arranged. The service was held in a small chapel, and I was the only one there to mourn him.

But now, I thought he was simply pathetic. "Are you finished?" I asked. "Elena, can we start over?" He grabbed my hand. "I swear, from now on, there will only be you. I've banished Lydia from the pack, and the elder family has been dissolved. No one can obstruct us now!" I pulled my hand away. "Damon, do you think love is a game? That you can end it when you want, and start over when you want?" "That's not true! I mean every word!" he replied.