Novel & Cerita If The World Was Ending You'd Come Over Right

He said as soon as he stood up, and helped me up. "The guardians? Who are they?" I asked quizzically. "They're everything. It's time." Brian said mysteriously. "Time for?" I ask walking in step with him. "Time for the end of the world. Time for the greatest war humanity has ever known. Time for Armageddon."

“Why so hurry? You, just came, right? Isn’t the carnival fun that you will never want to miss?” “Nope, we are good to go. It’s time to go to the next floor.” “Do you really want to go back to the world?” “Isn’t it obvious?” “Why?” “Do I need to answer it? “I’ll let you leave this floor if you can give me a satisfying answer of what I just questioned you.” “The world needs me.” “Really? How do you know?” “As I am the world protector.” “Does it need protecting?” “Nope.” “Then? Why do you think the world needs you?”

this is not a goodbye. THE END.

“Are you ready?” No. “I don’t suppose I can get any readier than I already am.” “No, you can’t. It will be over soon, Lyric. In the next forty-eight hours only one of two things can happen, we either save the world or we wreck what’s left of it… either way, it will be over.”

“You don’t get to be the end of the world.” My voice breaks. “Not without me.” Outside, the sky splits again— and this time, it sounds like something laughing.

His knuckles turned a bloodless white as he gripped the edge of the terminal desk. "No." "Dante..." "I said f**king no, Bianca! I didn't pull you out of that sinking ship and fight through a thousand clones just to watch you turn yourself into a goddamn battery for a ghost-machine!" "It's not a battery! It's an Anchor! If I don't do it, the world ends! Look at the screens!" On the monitor, a city in the Midwest was burning. The wolves were dragging people from cars. It was chaos. It was the end of everything.

Quin Mackenzie apologised. The world was coming to an end.

“Then we deal with it. Or, you know, we don’t. You can’t plan for the end of the world, Autumn.” She watched him, searching his face for even a flicker of fear, of understanding. There was none. “Do you ever wonder if you’re too comfortable?” He laughed. “Is that a crime?” “Not a crime. Just… dangerous.” He let her hand go, stood up, stretching. “I think you read too many books. Especially, this new one you’ve been reading lately. You need to relax. Come to the party. I’ll save you some cake. If the world ends, at least we’ll go out on a sugar high.”

That was more than enough. The End

“Briella, believe me. Even at the end of the world—I would still only love you.” ***