Novel & Cerita It Ends With Us Book Order

A sleep without regret. My body trembled. My mind split in two—half craving the end, half screaming against it. “No…” I whispered to myself, shutting my eyes tight, forcing my thoughts into a corner. “No… think straight. Think of something. Anything.” The evening wind brushed against my skin, cooling my burning nerves. I inhaled deeply, desperate for clarity. Justin’s words from earlier echoed in my mind. That massage he wanted… maybe I needed it too. Maybe I needed to let myself feel something good before I broke completely. Maybe I needed that one last thing to hold onto before I died.

I read novels like this and I still can't help but feel amuse and even fascinated by it. "You're like that so-called system from the novels." It reminds me of those cheat systems that the character has in the novels I read. "Ehem! Now, tell me what are you and what's happening?" It circles me and starts explaining its existence. "I'm an intelligent entity bestowed especially for you and we're bound together throughout this mission. Before you di--, I mean, before your world successfully crumbled, the Order of the Cosmos detects your unusual presence and determination to change your ending and so, we asked you for your willingness to do anything to change your fate.

Monday, February 10. The bulletin board outside the gym had two enormous pictures of Caroline Waleski on it from Friday's basketball game. In gym class, Coach Jim picked six girls to go to a special weekend basketball camp. Jane was not one of them. Monday, February 10. Whoever invented alphabetical order? Every single time every single teacher starts with the last names and ends with Z ones. Is it just a coincidence that the vice president and president of Loser Club both have last names from the end of the alphabet?

But the next day, he was found dead in his living room. He had finally given up. He left behind a letter and ended his life with the same dangerous combination that nearly killed me—cephalexin and alcohol. When I returned home, the police gave me the envelope. Inside it was a brief note filled with apologies and well wishes. "I'm sorry, Grace. I was wrong. I hope you find happiness. Congratulations on your marriage. If there's a next life, I hope I'll be the one to chase after you." But if there was indeed a next life, I never wanted to meet him again.

"Dad, Mom, I regret it. "You were right. Ines Sutherland was never the right person for me. I want to come home."

There was silence before I heard a muffled sob. I backed away quietly. Haley was Giselle’s best friend, and I barely knew her. It wasn’t my place to comfort her or to admit I had overheard her cellphone conversation. By the time I found the library, my heart had calmed. I went inside and quietly closed the door. There were many books of different genres, all arranged according to their genre and color. Shelves lined the walls, floor to ceiling. For a second, I forgot why I was there. I ran my fingers along the spines until I stopped at ‘It Ends With Us’. I had always wanted to read it.

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

"Is this supposed to be my rap sheet?" Dexter Carrington asked, barely glancing at the diary before setting it down. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. "Come on, Ivy, knock it off. Brianna and I just finished a huge project. I'm dead on my feet, and I really don't have the energy to deal with this right now." He didn't have the energy? I looked down. The phone in his hand was still lit up, open to a conversation with Brianna Holt.

He stuck his head out the window, enjoying the view. Outside, the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of gold and orange. What a beautiful evening. “Woof, woof!” The end.

Jacket discarded, my wound patched. The city outside my windows finally still. I stood in my living room, shirtless, staring at the skyline and waiting for the sense of threat to subside. It never really did. I poured a glass of whiskey and drank it in one motion, then sat at my desk and opened the laptop. That was when I saw her email, timestamped 03:51. If you’re ending treatment, we need one final session to close properly. I stared at the screen longer than necessary.