Fnf: Everywhere At The End Of Funk Mga Nobela at Kwento

"There's no difference between that place and this place. It's just that ten years over there equals only one year here. We're going to be there for at most one year, which is equivalent to more than one month here. We can hold our wedding there. The system has permitted us to send photos to your parents here." Quinton nodded. "Let's have a wedding there then." Fulton Residence in the mission world. Ever since Andrea died, the Fulton family had become lifeless. The smell of traditional medicine mixed with the smell of liquor made the housekeepers nauseous. Finally, Fred could not stand it anymore and sent Gabriel to France. Gabriel was not allowed to return home without Fred's orders. Gabrie

"Wayne, when did your legs heal? Why didn’t you tell me?" His expression froze. He reached out, as if wanting to explain. "I…" But before he could finish, Elena’s anxious voice rang out from a distance. "Naomi's fainted!" At that, Wayne’s hand stopped midair, and without hesitation, he ran straight toward her. … The banquet at the Kinseys' was canceled. Exhausted, I dragged myself home. Once there, I gathered all the things Wayne had given me.

“Mr. Fender, there’s a crisis! The stock market has collapsed, and an overseas account has started buying up shares, draining most of Fender’s Corporation’s assets! “Mr. Fender, where are you? You need to come back, or the company will go bankrupt!” Jason threw the phone aside. His gaze returned to Yvonne, and he spoke with a soft and tender voice, “If it’s too noisy, I’ll throw it away. Yvonne, take it slow. I’ll walk with you, okay...?” Step by step, he followed her toward the deep sea. The water rose to his face. As the waves overtook him, his consciousness began to fade, and Yvonne’s face blurred before his eyes.

“Do I look good like this? Can you tell I’ve started over with a fresh slate?” Anthony smiled and gave me a thumbs-up.

And my darling daughter, Alice—her future would be limitless. The End

I was whole. *** T H E END *** ●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●

She walked very fast to the exist without minding the pain and the words coming from the guy. She moved out of the gate when she saw where the party took place the last night. The party took place beside the guy's apartment. She took a taxi and went straight to her place. She rushed into the bathroom as soon as she got home though she could run the way she used to because of the pain. She took a shower and washed her body thoroughly. She's late for work but still have to show up in the office to get her queries. Her grandmother walked into her room to asked her about the party she went to.

I curiously asked as I turned around to find the source of the bullets and there they were. Two cars hot on our tail with their guns poking out of their windows. “ Never look back unless you want to get shot in the head. Understand?” No time for delays, I looked forward and shook my head in affirmation. “Now press the FM button twice and wait for it” “ Okay” I scooted forward once again even though that was difficult with a seatbelt strapped across my chest. FM button twice and wait for it. A man’s voice came on. He sounded really jovial like he was broadcasting news about a beach on a very warm summer with an electric guitar background music, you’d think he’s advertising for a rock band.

the system said. A sharp sense of weightlessness surged through me. When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on my own soft bed. Outside the window, the familiar neon lights of the city glowed quietly. Downstairs, the sound of traffic drifted in steady waves. There was no mission, no tasks, and certainly no obsessive man like Caspian. The system's voice echoed in my mind, carrying a rare hint of relief. "As per our agreement, 50 million dollars has been transferred to your account through legal channels. Now, initiating the final step—Restoration of Emotions."