How Does It Ends With Us End Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Wanna go again?” END OF BOOK TWO

FINALLY!! The BULLIED series has come to an end. I want to thank all those who supported me throughout this book and waited till the end… I love you all so much. I always said “I would never support rape” and this is me still saying that I do not support it. I had an idea and a plot, I was inspired by an article I found on Stockholm syndrome… that was why I found the Book 1 necessary to be written, so you can see the back story.

Life couldn't be any better. THE END

It was a small comfort against the sting in my heart. I typed back with a shaky hand, [Congrats, your dream's about to come true.] I tossed my phone aside and collapsed onto the bed, exhaustion washing over me. Sleep claimed me almost instantly. My dreams were a jumbled mess: Charles on bended knee, proposing, and then, in stark contrast, him cozying up to Fiona. In that hazy state between sleep and wakefulness, I felt a sticky suffocation. My eyes snapped open to Charles's gaze, dripping with feigned emotion.

I started reading the book, and I wrapped myself in his jacket. After a couple of other hours passed, I felt sleepy. I got up from the chair and put the book where it belonged, got out of Aaron's office, went into mine, and locked the door. I check my phone, and there is still no sign of Aiden. I lay on the couch, and after I could hardly keep my eyes open, I let myself go into a light sleep.

True love found us. The End.

The perfect grey shade to my dark persona. "We'll stay by each other's side, always and forever" she whispers. We rest our foreheads together, "Always and forever" I promise, keeping her close to me. __________________ THE END! This book has finally ended after a long hiatus. Thank you everyone who waited patiently for the epilogue. Thank you for giving my book a chance, I appreciate each and every reader. Till we meet with a new book, bub bye! ♥️❤️ Moniba

And that was our story. *** THE END ***

For a brief moment, I could almost see the younger Suzanna smiling at me again, clean and bright like the rising sun. Then the loud cry of a newborn rang through the room, followed by tears and joyful laughter, and the fading image disappeared. I lowered my head and looked at my gentle wife and my beautiful son. Slowly, a relieved smile appeared on my face. At last, it was time for me to let go.

We decided to relocate as a family. I did not tell anyone in advance. I simply sent a message to a few close friends on the weekend before we left to say goodbye. Sally was the last to find out. I had no idea how he heard, but on the day we left, he chased our car for what felt like forever. I sat in the passenger seat, watching the rearview mirror in silence. I watched him run with everything he had. He reached out his hand, his mouth forming words I could barely make out. I watched the tears streaming down his face, his skin white as paper.