Final Space Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“So what do you think?” I opened my eyes. The city was gone, but that hushed voice remained in the back of my mind, lurking from the shadows. Bobby nodded. “It’s got a weird timing to it, but that’s not a bad thing.” “I think the bass will drive the song,” Hank said. “What about you, Aidan?” “I dig it,” I said. “What’re you calling it?” Johnny smiled. “This one’s called ‘The Final Reconciliation.’ I think the whole album will be called that.”

“You’re Dr. Spencer, the renowned neurosurgeon… and the one who just lost his wife.” A heavy sigh escaped my lips. I turned back to my drink, hoping he would take the hint and leave. “I’m Mason Turner,” he pressed on, stretching his hand out. “A strong fan of yours.” For a moment, I considered ignoring him. But pride is a strange thing; it won’t let you look small even when you are crumbling inside. I shook his hand briefly, forcing a stiff response. “Thank you.” I faced the counter again, hiding behind my glass. Mason gave his condolences, words I didn’t want but had no energy to reject.

But from desire. --- AUTHOR'S NOTE: OKAY...IM OFFICIALLY GONE MENTALLY😭😭😭 I'VE STARTED THIS STORY AND ALMOST GOTTEN TO A POINT WHERE I'VE THOUGHT, FINALLY WE'RE GETTING SOMEWHERE, BUT NOPE, I'VE HAD THIS ITCHING AT THE BACK OF MY MIND TELLING ME SOMETHING'S NOT RIGHT. SO, AS OF TODAY I'VE DECIDED THIS IS MY FINAL DRAFT TO THIS STORY. SO BUCKLE UP, AND GET READY FOR ALL THE DARK TWISTED THINGS I'VE BEEN REALLY WANTING TO PUT ON PAPER🔥🔥

Watching was not the same as cutting it. “I keep waiting for the claim to produce a name or a demand,” I said. “It will or it will not. Either way we do not invent motion to meet it.” He turned me toward him and kissed me once, slow and unhurried. The interval had made this possible again—the kind of contact that carried no immediate tactical edge. I answered it and let the quieter state hold. When we separated the measuring of rooms stayed in the background instead of the foreground. Draven spent the early afternoon on a longer receive-only sweep of the channels he still trusted. At one point he made a low sound of interest and then fell silent again for nearly twenty minutes. When he final

But it was everlasting. "And I love you too bunny" Always... and forever. The End Thank you so much for following this story and your supportive reviews, you guys are the best. Check out the sequel, "it's titled Sinful obsession "

The man pulled her closer. Zara hummed as her lips lifted in a lopsided creepy smirk, "Tomorrow night... It would be the final chapter of their lives." Tbc...

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

Only then did John finally glance back at her. “You worked so hard for years. You finally became a licensed doctor. Why would you do something like this and throw it all away?” “Seriously. What kind of hate drives someone to kill their own husband?” “Right? If the marriage is dead, just file for divorce. Why go this far?”

He stood in the salt flats, a singular, jagged point of human pain in a sea of digital tranquility. "Grace, look at the stitch," the voice in the loom hummed. I looked. In the center of the Ledger’s final page, a new line was being written—not by me, and not by Eleanor. J. A. S. M. I. N. E. The word acted as a virus. The mahogany light exploded within the Spire, shattering the black glass floor. The "Final Pattern" didn't stop, but it warped. It wasn't broadcasting peace anymore. It was broadcasting longing.

Not to mention Rose comes from the other side of the world and plans to head home as soon as she can, with promises of keeping in touch, and working things out with time and space. Jake is just happy to finally have his mate, and willing to do all he can to have her by his side. Would Jake be willing to leave all he knows for fate? Or could it be the moon goddess made a mistake, and Jake is better off alone? Or is there a better match out there for him? And now there is this book, A Final Twist of Fate... to complete the story. I have loved writing this series, and the characters within in it, so when many readers were asking for a fourth book with the children of the main characters it jus