How Does The Hatchet End Novels & Stories

"Go ahead." Kieran visibly relaxed, lifted David, and each pressed a kiss to her cheeks. "Good girl. Wait for us to come back, okay?" "Mommy, we'll see you in a little while!" With that, they hurried off, completely unaware of Tabitha's strange acceptance. They had no idea that this would be the last time they would see each other. She watched until Kieran's car disappeared from view, then tossed the already-burned-out candles and the cake into the trash. Returning to her bedroom, she picked up the prepared folder and stepped out the door.

The authorities won’t go against the Moretti’s or Alessa. “Hey, there are women here who need your help. Please get them back to their families safely. If they need anything in the future. Here is my number. Please have them reach out to me.” I say, handing the officer my number and details. She nods at me and heads further into this shithole to find the poor women. After what feels like forever, Hatchet is taken to the hospital. I look at the blood left behind that stains the floor and walls. My family’s men and some of the members of the MC are carrying the barrels and product outside into the van.

And at the place where Lucas once stood was his headless body, his soldiers down as well. I gasped for air but it was done. And as I lay on the floor, I revisited the best moments of my life. “Goodnight, Ava,” Micha whispered and with the last strength in me, I howled. Loud enough to send the message. It was finally over, the war was done. And slowly, I faded into the darkness, al one. The story of Ava Athena Reed had ended. The girl who chose to protect her pack was over.

Out into the dawn hospital burning behind us, smoke rising black against pink sky. The feeds confirmed: strains dying worldwide fevers breaking, deaths halting. The swarm silent no more fading into memory. In the Hilux speeding away Anya slept in my lap, alive. Dante and Rocco held us arms around, triad complete. The curse ended not in fire, but mercy. Port Harcourt breathed again. And we finally free.

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

The eighth time I catch Philip Mumford cheating on me, he pours a bottle of concentrated disinfectant over his groin. "Happy now?" Amid the wreckage, his face is deathly pale as he looks at me like I'm the one who has lost my mind. It's the first time he's ever backed down. I stand frozen, clutching a piece of broken porcelain, suddenly feeling completely lost. During our worst fight, I strap dynamite to myself and his mistress, forcing him to choose between us. In response, he has himself and my parents tied to five semitrucks chained together, then smiles and asks if I still want him to choose. That's how we spent ten years torturing each other, neither of us willing to give in, bac

He said coolly. "What happens in the hut, stays in hut." Hilda promised. Ben smiled and nodded. Hilda gasped. Ben had plunged a knife in her chest. He twisted the blade and she squeaked, then exhaled and died. Ben sniffled and straightened his spine. He cracked his neck back and even stretched his hips. Then he looked at the mess. He sniffled again. "Ay, I'm getting too old for this." Ben muttered.

He noticed that her eyes were heavy and he concluded that a lot of things were weighing her down. Wendy looked at him and whispered, “I was kidnapped today… Jason sent his men to kidnap me.” Her teary voice made him emotional but he had to remain calm. “I am sorry about that. We need to get that fool arrested!” Hilton spoke angrily. Wendy went on to recount to him how Jerry’s men saved her. She emphasized on the torture Jason received. He was delighted to hear that. Jason had crossed his boundaries, if he tries it again, he might not be alive to tell the story. Hilton wondered how stupid Jason was to have captured a priest to join him and Wendy forcefully.

“YOU. CHAMPION UNIT. ESCORT UNITS. SELECTED ALLIES. REMOVED FROM CYCLE. PROTECTED. GIVEN CLOSED NARRATIVE. NO FURTHER USE EXTRACTED.” The screen showing my apartment brightened. Me. Alive. A neat little epilogue bubble, sealed away from the Game. “END THE HORROR,” it said, almost gently. “FOR THEM. FOR YOU. ACCEPTABLE COMPROMISE. HIGH-YIELD STRUCTURE REMAINS. FUTURE COMPONENTS WILL BE UNNAMED TO YOU. ABSTRACT. NUMBERS. YOU WILL NOT HAVE TO WATCH.” Jax went very still under his half‑collapsed shelf. Selene’s shadows writhed around her, ready to strike, but she didn’t move.

There's nothing I can do as I take the hits, and It kills me as I watch Mishka crawl on her hands and knees to his car. When I get my hands on him, I will kill the sick fucker; there's no doubt about it. I will find her, and I will end him. I can feel myself losing consciousness as the hits rain down on me. The last thing I see is Mishka’s terrified face as she looks out the window before the car speeds away. I fall to the ground as the darkness takes me. Authors note. Oh, no, poor Mishka is back in the hands of her evil Master. Let’s hope that Ben is okay. Can he reach the swift team, or is it too late for Mishka? Any thoughts? Thanks for reading. Love and light, Ellen X