Novel & Cerita I'm Thinking Of Ending Things Book

Still, I hope to keep weaving beautiful stories with all the people that I came to love in this world right up to the last page of life. THE END (book 1 of the trilogy)

Hurray! Book one has finally ended and I am so excited. However, I am sorry to break your heart about the suspense. I know I left you hanging, but you can still find out what happened in BOOK TWO titled HEART OF THE HEARTLESS. It will come soon, and I will announce the date soon. For now, I need to focus and write my final exams and I promise you it's going to get better in book two. However, I did not end BOOK ONE because of the exams or school. This is how I wanted to end it to make up for a better BOOK TWO.

This time, I would be happier. A week later, I walked into the event hall with Anthony. The moment I stepped inside, however, I saw Cyrus. My feet were instantly frozen to the ground, unable to move. Anthony held my arm and pulled me forward, whispering into my ear, “If you don’t cast away the shadows of your past completely, they’ll just come back to haunt you later.” I turned and met his gaze. His eyes were firm and warm, giving me strength. I took a deep breath and squeezed his arm with a smile. “Do I look good like this? Can you tell I’ve started over with a fresh slate?”

Like someone dying horribly. He doesn’t want to know; he’s gone and I’m sure I’ll die END OF BOOK 1 ------------------------------------------

" It doesn't have a body but I can imagine its dumbfounded face when I asked a completely out of nowhere question. I wasted no time waiting for it's the answer "Silence means yes." Then, I look blankly on the white space and think about an image of a glass table and sofa. Before the system can even ask what I'm doing, those things suddenly appear midair in front of us. "How can you do that?" It whispered, sounds kinda helpless to me. 'Yup, just like the novel.' I thought and a seat comfortably before starts seriously asking some necessary questions. "Okay? How can I redeem my world from that? Saving the world? That sounds bad for me." How can I prevent a world from ending if I can't even sav

Their so-called happy family of three had been nothing more than an illusion built on lies and betrayal. Luke's parents had taken Howie away. The boy still had a future ahead of him. I hoped he would learn nothing from his parents' mistakes and grow into a decent, upright person. As for me, I had applied to continue my studies overseas. This place held too many painful memories and betrayals for me. I decided it was time for a change of scenery. Before boarding the plane, I checked my phone one more time. The thread had been removed from the community, but many had sent me private messages.

I took a seat on my comfortable chair while taking a sip of my coffee and Aiden lay down on the couch. ''What happened that you took off without saying goodbye yesterday don't you dare avoid this question,'' Aiden says with seriousness while looking me dead in the eye. ''Just got in a fight with boss and stormed out that's it,'' I say taking another sip of my coffee which by the way is the only good thing in my life right now. ''Ok, I am pretending to believe that,'' Aiden says while breaking eye contact and looking up at the ceiling. ''Why are you so obsessed with books? I mean, I do like to read books, but I am not as obsessed as you and Aaron are.'' That's something new. Aaron is obsessed

What are you thinking? ‘I’m ending this, Lucas,’ I told him. ‘I’m done.’

And someone we thought was gone comes back in the most shocking way possible. Ask yourself this: If the End calls you Mama, can you still let her go? Drop your theories below. Chapter 39 is coming and I promise you are not ready.

"I ask questions because I want answers. I want the reader to answer the questions I ask." "This is unrelated to your mental health and I know you would want me to talk about your book than ask about your family." I nodded. "When do you plan on ending this book you are writing?" "It ends when I die," I replied. "And who will publish it?" "A friend!" "Is it Henry, Jane, Goodness, Delaney or someone you didn't state in your file?" "A friend," I said again. I stood up from the white plastic chair and stared at the book the therapist was using to write some of my statements.