Finding Dory The End の小説・ストーリー

Bonus - Kyrios and Eloise The End

"Guess you have a new one to counter, Caster." The others commented through their laughter. "I don't want to see you anywhere near that trophy shelf, alright?" he pointed at the others who threw up their hands in a surrender. With a final glance at Casper who was now gathering himself, he walked away and went deeper into the room where Kira and Dory waited with a smile. "You done with today's episode?" "Don't get me started, it's like they only come down here to mess with me." "Haha, tell me about it," Dory chuckled then she pointed, "Heyy! You have your hair down today, what's the occasion?"

Zand raise an eyebrow at me, as if asking permission. “I guess we are both out of our depth here. We should probably just follow her lead.” I link him, as surprised as he is by the invitation. He wastes no time in climbing onto the seat beside me and takes hold of Liberty’s still outstretched hand. He kisses her dainty fingers and rests their hands on his lap. “Well?” Lottie pipes up after quietly observing the unusual exchange “Finding Dory, sorry, I said it was fine to put on whatever, but Christian insisted you would like it.” Liberty falls over herself, I’m not even sure why. It’s just a movie.

Barclay's laughter filled the air, while his gaze was focused on the witches. "It's your funeral," he said before collapsing to the ground. Slowly he turned on his back, breathing labored and eyes focused on the sky. Doreon raised his head to the red clouds and the dark sky, everyone around him was motionless, as he caught his breath. The pain had stopped abruptly and his body ached so much that he could see the stars, but he did not look away. He knew what was coming, or rather who was coming. He never thought to say it, but he couldn't wait to see a Deorgh: his body was filled with relief when the huge black dragon emerged from the clouds.

Dorya cried out, her thighs shaking. She came like a wave crashing…screaming Chantel’s name, sobbing, shaking, while Chantel didn’t let up. When the climax subsided, Chantel crawled up her body and pressed her slick lips against Dorya’s mouth, forcing her to taste herself. "You think we’re done?" Dorya blinked through tears. Her body was limp. Her mind spinning. Lorna giggled and sat on the couch beside them. "It’s scissor time, huh?"

"The papers were notarized a month ago. I trust there's no more paperwork I have to go through?" "That is all," said the lawyer. A moment of calm later, he added, "Congratulations, Mr. Dyson." I smiled and hung up. Then in silence, I waited until nightfall. … T-minus, three hours. I packed up all my stuff and booked a flight ticket for the next day. … T-minus, two hours. I cut up all the photos that had me and her in it, leaving only me in the picture. T-minus, one hour. I placed the papers on the table, neat and tidy.

If Zaire was happy. Then maybe letting him go had been the right thing to do after all. Even if it meant Sebastian had to carry the pain alone. It was worth it. ♧♧♧ ZAIRE'S POV I picked up two packs of sour gummy worms and tossed them into the trolley before pushing it to the next aisle for a bottle of apple juice. Leaning against the handle, I looked down at the shopping list in my hand, making sure I hadn't forgotten anything. When I looked up, I noticed two girls standing at the end of the aisle. They kept stealing glances at me, whispering to each other before one of them smiled and gave me a small wave.

"Mr. Wayne, this is the repaired dashcam footage." Wayne took it and pressed play. Arden's broken voice came through the speaker. "Wayne… I've known for a long time that you could walk, but still, congratulations. And thank you for risking your life to save me five years ago. But this marriage you built out of lies, letting me live in fake happiness—it has to end. I don't blame you for deceiving me, but I'll never forgive you either. Goodbye, Wayne…" Her words were cut short by a deafening explosion.

Finally: “Dory?” The girl smiled and nodded happily. Octavia giggled. “Dory! That’s pretty. I’m Octavia.” She hesitated before asking. “Do you have a family?” Dory shook her head, no. Octavia's voice cracked. “Me neither. Not anymore.” They sat in silence for a few seconds. Then Octavia whispered, “We can be family. You and me. Okay?” Dory nodded. Octavia smiled. She reached into her pocket and pulled out two crumbled cookies.