Hosie Endgame Novels & Stories

It plummeted past Tristan, a burning comet of scrap metal, crashing into the darkness of the lower shaft. Tristan lay on the swaying cable, breathing hard. He watched the fire fall. "Goodbye, brother," he whispered. The tower shook. The red lights flashed faster. Core Overload in 8 Minutes. Tristan scrambled up. He looked down the shaft. Saoirse was waiting on a lower platform, looking up at him. He began to climb. The war was over. But the escape had just begun. End of Chapter 29

Inked in. Not as a memory. But as a compass. LOCATION: SAFEHOUSE – TECH ROOM TIME: 7:22 a.m. The screen blinked a final time. > GHOST CODE COMPLETED TARGETS: ERASED SYSTEM RESETTING... Then silence. Rios stepped away from the console, face ashen. “It’s done.” Lucien looked down at the woman in his arms. Not Solene. Not Ember. Not anyone. She blinked slowly, head on his chest. Still breathing.

The impact sends a shockwave rippling through the hall, knocking the breath from my lungs and driving me back a step. The whispers beneath his voice rise, swelling into a chorus of agony. “The Final Game begins at dawn,” he announces. “Rest, if you can. Remember, if you dare.” His gaze lingers on me too long. “Make the easy choice,” he whispers. “It is the only way to end this.” Then the torches go out all at once. Darkness swallows the hall. When the light returns, the Herald is gone, but the blood remains. Dax stands beside me now, closer than before.

This was how it all fucking ended, not with a bullet, but in this suffocating darkness… Chapter 41 Amberleigh had never been claustrophobic or afraid of the dark. But now she found herself both, hyperventilating and struggling not to pass the fuck out. Only fear of being shot kept her from pulling that hood off her head, because she knew the oiled man wouldn’t think twice about pulling that trigger. Her pregnant belly wouldn’t save her.

Bella asked. " 9 to 10 hours, maybe. Just keep watch over them. Phase 1 is complete, and all that is left is Natalie's part. " I said. " I hope that's successful," Bella said. " I hope so too. I muttered. . . . Xavier's P. O. V

Hugh had taken a bullet to the heart, and all his lies had finally caught up with him. It all seemed like it was meant to be. This was where it ended. No matter what came next, no matter who came for me, I was still Tasmin Sheargold. [The End.]

He grabbed Kelly and threw himself off the yacht, dragging her down into the ocean with him. They disappeared beneath the waves. … When the news reached me, I felt nothing. No anger, no sadness. Just an eerie sense of finality. It was, in the end, the perfect ending for Zarrick. I turned back to my assistant, unfazed. "Make sure everything is ready for our family vacation." My life was mine to live, and I intended to live it well. My parents—I would take care of them with everything I had. And my darling daughter, Alice—her future would be limitless. The End

“Now, look carefully and bear in your mind that the scene you are seeing is the end of this loop, but the start of the final game I am facing with Him. For this scene lies Alliah’s death and final corruption.” NOW, SHALL WE HAVE A GLIMPSE OF IT?

But they had made it this far and Lucas knew it was only a matter of time before he finally found his mate again. They had been tracking Rivers for most of the morning when they came across the grisly scene in a small clearing. The old hunting cabin had definitely seen better days and the empty beer bottles and smouldering fire pit gave away what the occupants had been doing right before they met their end. The scent of blood was hanging heavily in the air and almost masked the scent of burning wood. The snow around the fire pit was married with shoe prints and what appeared to be a scuffle.

At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings. My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?" My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots. I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game. When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash. Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go