Horton Hears A Who End Credits Novels & Stories

“This ends now.” ***

I hope you were listening. The End

No teasing joke. I bent my head, forehead pressed to her palm, and the sound that ripped from my chest....I didn’t recognize it. It was animal. Raw. The kind of grief that tears through your soul and leaves your body behind. Then, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned. Hailey. Sky. Hailey still had the baby in her arms. Their faces were wet with tears. Behind them, Danny and Asher rushed in...and when they saw Essence lying still, they froze.

I’ll see you in the blink of an eye. The End

"Then let's spin the bottle" THE END ******* leave a review. Thanks

Chapter Fifteen Quinn I lean back in my chair, wiping tears from my eyes. A logical part of my brain tells me I need to stop. But for some reason, I lack all self-control and don’t click away. Someone knocks on my office door, and I look up, prepared to hide behind my monitor if need be. But it’s just Marissa, and I wave her in. “Oh my God,” she says and comes around to my desk. “Stop watching those clips of dogs greeting their owners after they come home from the military.”

Hugh stood up and glared murderously at the terrified crowd. “Taz is the only one I want. “If anyone else says one bad word about her, I’ll end them.” Arnold’s lips trembled in rage. His cane wobbled unsteadily in his hand. He ultimately closed his eyes and let out a long, weary sigh. “It’s over. The Sheargold family is over.” He shook his head and mumbled as if in a daze, then walked away. Hugh looked up and met my gaze on the second floor. His expression swiftly softened into a gentle smile.

"Monster!" "Shut up..." Tears fell from my eyes. I begin trembling. "Don't go near us, you killer!" "Guys, let's stop... she might harm us too!" "She's scary..." "Shut up." I used my hands to close both of my ears as I shut my eyes tightly. I don't want to listen. I do not want to listen. I won't listen! They are lying. They are lying... They are just completely lying! It's not true! It's not...

Rhys: "If I can't sell the pack, I'll delete the world that hosts them. The Hunt ends in one hour, Elara. Make it count." The city’s power grid began to hum a familiar, terrifying tune: the Sovereign-Whistle, now played by the entire world’s infrastructure.

Needless to say, hearing them has kept me a bit less drowsy than I had felt earlier. I take a sip from my water bottle to help ease my headache, as I return my bottle a flock of birds suddenly fly out of a forested area, slightly startling me. Varkii calls for a stop. One of the other Legionnaires draws their sword while Pal’lacon draws his carbine. For a while, I wonder if the veteran’s age is getting to him, then suddenly I see them.