Final Space Book Novels & Stories

The final chapter of the saga was the Eternal-Shift. The "Great-Story" had moved beyond "Conflict," "Resolution," and "Development." It had reached the state of Permanent-Operation. The Union was now a "Self-Writing-Book" that added a "Infinite-Pages" every second, yet never "Ended." The "Sovereignty" was no longer a "Goal"; it was the "Atmosphere."

Dean says with a broken voice handing me the piece of paper that was in his hands. -------------------- hello guys, the book is coming to an end soon, hope you enjoyed it :) She left us; she really did leave us, forever this time.

At least there, I can have peace. When I arrived at the garden, I felt the peace hugging me. 'Finally.' Away from those stabbing gazes, away from that annoying expression of Rosine, away from that indifferent male lead. Amongst the books I brought with me, there's one with an inconspicuous book with a simple red cover. "From One Space to Another" is the title of the book. It is a romance story about a girl who can teleport from one place to another and a boy who was from another parallel universe.

Hey guys, I want to thank everyone that was with me throughout the journey of this book and i appreciation you guys for supporting me even in my inconsistency. I want to use this medium to announce that Fallen Apart has finally come to an end. Yeah, it’s a bit heartbreaking to close the Chapter of Aria and Dave forever.

I asked. His jaw moved, slow and deliberate. “That’s what books are for. To remind you that every story has to come to an end.” I got up and stood next to him. Close enough to smell his cologne. Closer still to want his calm hands wrap around my jittery shoulders. I picked up the print out. There was no point hiding it from Elky. The paper rustled between my fingers—one black-and-white still frame, zoomed and sharpened until the grain looked like gunpowder. I handed it to him.

I say quietly to Selene later that night. She looks at me. “Meaning?” “Meaning the Axis will outgrow singular stewardship,” I answer. “Whether we want it to or not.” Rowan stiffens. “You’re saying she won’t always be the center.” “I am saying she may become the first reference,” I clarify. Selene absorbs that without flinching. “Then Book Four,” she says slowly, “is about expansion.” “And Book Five,” Rowan adds grimly, “is about survival.”

Another scoff because the counselor should be the one to fill this section out because it requires validation. Then my eyes drifted to the following section and that is what made me become instantly discouraged. The instructions that angered me the most read like this: “Use ONLY the space provided to answer questions. NO additional space is to be utilized and WILL NOT be accepted. NO typed answers will be accepted, ONLY handwritten answers.” What? That doesn't seem so unreasonable, does it? Not until you realize that you have one inch to answer the questions that should really matter, like how I have changed over my imprisonment and what I have learned/what I would do differently….

This was a chess game that was destined to end at a stalemate from the very beginning. Every day since returning to Alden City, I'd wondered whether my ending would've been different if I'd rejected Eugene's mango cake that day. My guess was that it would have. I climbed over the railing around the roof, which was six stories high. In the past, it was a height that made my legs tremble. Now, I looked down, feeling unbelievably light and relaxed. I was exhausted. Everyone said death was a coward's choice, but I disagreed. Who would want to give up on life if they had other options? Who would choose death if there was still a chance to turn things around?

When my wife, Rosalie Wood, had her first meal after she regained consciousness, the attending doctor, Ethan Joeman, took my seat. He cut the steak while he pointed at her rosy face and looked at me with open defiance. “Do you know how medical miracles happen? It is not because of your constant presence. It is because of my in‑depth treatment.” My fingers that held the knife and fork turned pale. Ethan grew even more brazen. His feet rubbed against my wife's calves under the table. “A person in a vegetative state can still feel things. Every night after you left, I did awakening therapy for her. She said her body could not move, yet the sense of being conquered made her feel as though her

He laughed at his own selfishness and the reckless way he'd pushed himself into a dead end. In the end, regret was the only thing he managed to hold onto. "Other than the house I'm living in, transfer everything else to her." He knew I no longer needed the love that had come too late. The only thing he could still give me was everything except that. Meanwhile, on a beach in the Maldivis, I floated peacefully on an inflatable raft beneath the sun. A notification suddenly appeared on my phone. A large transfer had been deposited into my account. Smiling, I turned off the screen, then I tossed the phone into the ocean.