Howards End Novels & Stories

Until we meet again, Heatherians. THE END

it's a start of something big. THE END.

Hayden thought. END OF BOOK 1

And Noah, in front of everyone, let go of my hand to pass a gift box to Heidi. "Heidi, your Christmas present." Heidi excitedly tore it open. When she pulled out the worn pocket watch inside, she pouted. "Noah, you're so rich. Why are you giving me something this old?" Noah smiled without answering. But I froze completely. I'd seen that pocket watch before, in the portrait of Noah's late father.

Hm… might have to have a good long think on that one. Lena closed the book after finishing up the entry and put it back into its place in her desk drawer. She tugged the band out of her shoulder length brown hair, running her fingers through it. The young woman then moved over to her bed where on the nightstand, was a very worn copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. She got comfortable on her bed, picked up the book and started to read. She got through about 10 pages before there was a knock on her door. "Come in!" Lena called. She glanced at the door when it opened and fellow sorority sister, Casey Grant, walked in.

All the things here are eminently luxurious that even if my life is an expenditure, it is not sufficient to reimburse for any of those. Lengthy gold curtains on the oversized windows, I am inquisitive to know how it was placed in such a position... The chandeliers above are luminous and pompous. I tightened my grip on my mother because I was afraid it might drop and we would be crushed by it immediately. In the middle, there is a long and elegant staircase made of beautiful concrete.

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By Angela Abraham The End….

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

For a moment, she thought it moved, tilting its head slightly out of sync with her own. She blinked. It was gone. The old warehouse reeked of ozone and oil, the scent thick from where the safehouse’s ceiling leaked onto a cracked fuse box in the far corner. The hum of distant sirens, maybe a fire response, maybe something else, murmured through the concrete walls like whispers too tired to care anymore.