Novel & Cerita Final Chapter: Walking Tall

And that smile only grew wider. “Cassie. Looks like the crocodiles are getting lucky tonight.” The next second— A cold gun barrel pressed directly against my temple. Slowly, I lifted my eyes and looked around the casino one last time. So many people. Yet not a single one…was my family. Don looked at me. His eyes were impossibly deep, unreadable. “Cassie Vaughn.” “You may say your last words now.” I closed my eyes. Then— I smiled.

Then he suddenly spoke again, "Iris, we've been together since childhood. I can count as your brother. Let me walk you down the aisle." This was Adrian's final plea. As we walked down the aisle, I felt dazed as my memories drifted back to the year my mother died. At her funeral, I slipped away while no one was paying attention and ran to her coffin. The coffin was large and high. I wanted to climb up to see my mother one last time, but my legs were short. I could not climb up and could only sit on the floor, crying in frustration. Suddenly, someone tapped my forehead. "Why are you crying?"

" Watching Jett walk away, I did not know whether to laugh or be mad. He helped mess up my life, but he's the only one feeling bad about the love I threw away. After Jett bounced, Caden's expression got darker and darker. The worker, who had been waiting forever, was getting antsy. "Come on, I've got places to be." Caden wobbled after the guy, his phone blowing up in his pocket, but he was not about to pick up.

I hid it at the bottom of the box, packed the rest, and returned to the office to complete the handover. At the office, I found Sophia sitting in my chair. My coworkers watched silently, as if they were spectators to a showdown between us. As I walked up, Sophia crossed her legs and tossed a check onto the desk. "Ten million dollars, and this spot is mine." I calmly picked up the check and put it away. "Fine, I'll pack up." Everyone assumed I had sold out for a trivial gain and shook their heads. I paid them no mind and quietly packed my things.

The Sage knelt in the corner, chains pulled through his ribs. "Do not touch the pen," he whispered. Haley leaned in. "Why?" The original conclusion answered. "Because the pen writes endings." Katherine's eyes went to the page. AT THE END, JACK MILLER MUST DIE ALONE-- The conclusion placed the pen tip at the next word. Jack lunged. The conclusion was faster. It wrote. SO THAT THE FAMILY MAY LIVE. The sentence completed. The room exhaled. The page accepted it. Outside, somewhere far away, Marcus screamed.

It's unmoving and I know for a fact he won't stand again to fight. I look around and see the madness coming to a slow end. The rogues falling one by one. Howling sounds through the cold air as the last few rogues take off upon seeing their leader and fellow comrades fall. In an instant I'm picked up onto my feet by Pierson, but I wobble because my broken leg shoots pain when I put any pressure on it. Pierson's hands roam my hips, arms, and face. "Are you okay?" He asks breathlessly.

He will have a hard time being gentle. ///♡/// We are only 10+ chapters away from the ending. Stay tuned! Luv y'all ♡

The rhythm of the tango grew faster, shifting from a slow dance into a wild Latin beat. Damian and Scarlett spun through the center of the lounge, bodies pressed close, her short skirt lifting higher with every turn. She was the only she-wolf after six Unclaimed Moons who had broken the rules and still earned a second appearance. If I was cool water, Scarlett was liquor, the fire burning through his blood and tempting him toward the edge. The music stopped abruptly. They looked at each other, breathless, then burst into laughter.

In the end, he bent down and scooped Chloe up into his arms. As he passed by the bodyguards, his voice shook ever so slightly as he ordered, “No matter what, you must get Nora out for me! She hasn’t given Chloe her bone marrow yet. She can’t die!” Outside the hospital emergency room, Elijah and Tyler paced back and forth restlessly. Their phones rang continuously, but they kept cutting the calls. After an agonizingly long wait, several of their men rushed over, completely out of breath. “Mr. York, Mr. Benson… the house… It’s been burned down to nothing but a charred frame. The young miss… Miss Benson, she… All we found is a single, badly burned corpse.”

“Trace it? I’ve already reported everything. “You’re the one who went rogue, trying to push past the limit into an undeveloped segment! “Right now, all the cameras are just capturing your showboating. “By the time they realize something’s wrong, you’ll be nothing but ash.” My vision blurred in the smoke. The last bit of my survival instinct forced out one final plea. “Thomas, didn’t you say our daughter is waiting for me to come back? “If she can’t see me…” Mandy cut me off, triumphant. “Jane, your daughter was killed the moment she was born. Thanks for raising my daughter all these years. “But my baby won’t be needing you anymore.”