Final Destination Novels Novels & Stories

Alley and Christian were finally getting our forever. *** If you made it this far then you made it to the end of Christian's and Alley's story. This was the first book I ever published and I know it needs a good edit. Hopefully one day I’ll get more experience and collaboration with writing and can revamp this to be even better. I have three Epilogues left to give you a glimpse of their life in the future years, but that is a wrap for the main story. I hope you enjoyed and don't forget to leave a gem if you did. I truly appreciate all the support. See you guys in my next book!" Consumed by the Mafia is my second and most popular book you can find right here on good novel.

Hello my pack members, Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond has now been completed. The second book based around the next generation will start immediately after this book...no need to find it on goodnovel, it will appear here with new chapters. The new book will be based around Josie and will be called Denied by Destiny: Stepping out from the Shadows.

The dawn was clean, the sky blue, the city ours. I kissed Marco’s forehead, Mamá’s cheek, Alexander’s lips, Lila’s scarred hand. “It’s over,” I whispered, voice breaking. “We’re free.” But the subway grate hissed one final time. A single red thread drifted out. It landed in the ash. And wrote, in Javier’s handwriting: VOLUME V: THE FINAL HEART. My chest burned. I looked down. A red vein pulsed beneath my skin, right over my heart.

Alessio carried him up the stairs slow, steady, secure each step echoing the same truth: The story was done. The war was over. The ending was good. And in the doorway of their bedroom, Noa whispered the last line of their entire journey: “Alessio… welcome home.” THE END.

It was still there, but it was fading, blending into the brown, becoming just a quirk of his biology rather than a beacon for the Syndicate. ​They weren't "Open Source" to be famous. They were "Open Source" so they could be Common. ​The Final Full Stop: Permanent Ink ​As the evening shadows lengthened, Nora picked up the blank journal Christina Wilder had given her. She sat in the fading light and wrote the final lines of the 180th chapter. ​She didn't write about the Wilder Syndicate or the God of War. She wrote about the way the light hit the moss on the stones. She wrote about the sound of Julian’s laugh when he finally got the fire to stay lit.

Natalie POV The silence of the Alpha’s private wing was heavy, broken only by the crackle of log embers burning in the massive stone fireplace. Richard’s quarters were vast, dominated by deep mahogany furniture, heavy furs, and a scent of cinnamon and dark chocolate so potent it seemed to hum in the very air. I stood by the window, watching the distant, faint torches of the Blackwood vanguard disappear into the dense pine forests. Richard was gone. He had marched toward my old home, intent on tearing Darren’s world apart.

did. I finish reading the entry with a sinking feeling in my chest. With deep, calm, and serene breaths, I rip the page off of the notebook. The memories crumple beneath my fingers as I destroy old grievances. I walk out and find the silver bin. I open it and let all my anger, betrayal, sadness, and resentment go and watch as the piece of paper falls inside.

It was after three days,they both went to the safe where their dad kept whatever they were after. They found a sum of money summing to 4M and gold balls, just from grass to grace. It was on a Saturday morning, Adrian and Lisa were planning to travel on that Saturday but in the midmorning, they wanted to pass by their house in Narok before traveling to Nairobi the next day for Adrian's home place, they had promised to spend the Christmas holiday with them so they couldn't just bail out.

Finding only genuine joy, he pressed a passionate kiss onto John's lips. John melted into his mate's embrace, overwhelmed by the moment. He was eager to share the news with Carla, Magnus, and the rest of the pack during their gathering tonight. Reflecting on the twists of fate, John marvelled at how his initial urge to leave and seek a better future had led him right to his destined journey The end

He came running over, panting heavily, and said, "Anna, are you going back?" Zac's voice was soft, and I couldn't tell if I had misheard, but it seemed to carry a hint of anticipation. I turned around and smiled, saying, "No one can predict the future, Goodbye, Zac Jacobs." As the plane began to take off, I looked out of the window at the city I had lived in for over twenty years, and surprisingly, my heart was calm. Before boarding, I deleted all my contact information with Zac. My life in San Athens was going well.