Final Call For Love Ending Novels & Stories

I trembled uncontrollably, and my brain stopped working. … Dad's funeral was a simple affair. Only a few of his close friends attended the service. The next day, the dust settled. Eugene hadn't called me even once throughout the whole thing. I crouched before Dad's gravestone and placed flowers there. I hoped beyond hope that this was a dream—at least I wouldn't be in so much pain once I woke up. My heart died along with Dad; my love for Eugene turned to ashes. Just then, my phone rang with a notification. Ivy had sent me a link and a mocking message. "What an interesting video."

Outside the hotel, James looked at the scene, smoke escaping from the last window and a small crowd of people huddled in the doorway. The drive to the Campbell mansion had never been so long. He longed to meet Meg again after all these months apart. He would finally get that tight noose around his neck and breathe again. She was as vital as oxygen itself. He needed to beg for her forgiveness and declare his love. Not necessarily in that order. He would say that he loved her, that he had always loved her, but he had been a fool.

"I've filed for divorce. Effective immediately, Michael Collins and I have nothing to do with each other." The instant I finished speaking, the room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. In the next second, flashes erupted and swallowed Michael whole. He staggered backward and fell to the floor, staring at me in shock. "Honey, what are you saying? Didn't you promise you'd always stand by me? W-Why would you betray me like that?" His voice broke as he reached for the hem of my dress. I stepped aside and looked down at him. Then, in front of everyone, I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face.

"I love you." "I love you too." THE END.

Tomorrow they would all deal with the escaped Calista Littlefyre. "What were you saying?" Solomon asked. But Layla had forgotten. "I love you," she replied as she turned to face him. Solomon smiled as he kissed her deeply. "I love you, too. Forever." THE END

"Hate requires effort, Kate. And frankly, I can't be bothered to waste an ounce of energy on you anymore. If you want to maintain any shred of dignity, stop contacting me." Without waiting for her reply, I ended the call. Outside the window, the sky had grown dark, and the harbor lights were flickering on one by one. The light fractured across the surface of the ocean, dancing in pieces before seamlessly blending back together. But the final echoes of what we used to be could never be pieced back together.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

Afraid for Brett. Afraid for herself. “Please don't leave,” Dylan told her. His voice made her turn and look at him. His dark eyes were so sad. “Please. I love you.” Her fingers fumbled on the door handle. She didn't open it. Her heart was bursting. Joy, fear, sadness, relief, and love were all exploding out of her chest, and she wasn't sure what she was going to do with all of them. “I love you, Bonnie,” he repeated. His eyes were dark pools that drew her in. “Please don't leave.”

"Don't you ever fall in love! It's a fucking catfish and would leave you shattered like broken bottles. Sour grapes!" "But-" "Never." I cut her off and laid back on the bed with my hand held up to my face. "Love is the reason mother is six feet un-" I bit my tongue as I was the only one that witnessed what happened the second night mother left and never returned. Eliana had downcast gaze as she fidgeted with the end of the white towel in her hands. "Why don't you break up with him if he's that toxic?" "I-" I got cut off by the light knock on my door.

From hate to love. ~THE END~