It Ends With Us First Book Novels & Stories

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

I suggested, showing her the page. “No!” she shouted. I sighed. That was one of my favorites, because it told of the first beta, and I always thought of mine and Reid’s friendship. I flipped through the book some more until I ended up back at the very beginning. The first story, the story of our origins. “‘The First of the Wolves’?” I asked, peeking at her from the corner of my eye. Her eyes lit up, but then she forced a frown. However, it was too late. I had already seen her excitement.

I shouldn’t touch this without permission especially when the camera is watching me but Scarlet told me to feel free before she went to sleep, right? I grabbed “It Ends With Us' ' by Holllen Clover. I have read it but it’s one of my favorites novels that I don’t mind reading over and over again. I picked it up and went to sit on one of the couches in Scarlet's room, wrapping my legs on the soft furniture…I dived into my most happy place in the world ,the world of romance. This book has the same effect several bottles of alcohol would have had on me since I desperately need one right now. I just screwed up my chance of escaping and almost let my captor kiss me but atleast I discovered this

“Even if you successfully kill him, a whole pack will come after you. Us. You need to think this through.” I smiled. “They will only come after me. My priority is to save you and our sisters.” She shook her head, in complete displeasure at what I said. But the only thing she could do was disagree over and over again. After I saw Wevi’s sacred book bleed, a book that foretells the fate of my sisters and me. It was a sign that she will soon meet her mate. She will soon suffer. And her mate… will soon die. A curse in our family. A curse we cannot reverse or break. A curse that was destined for us.

Until the day we get to meet you, we’ll keep living, laughing, and collecting little pieces of our life together so that one day you can see how your story began—long before you even took your first breath. Until the day comes. Love, Mom and Dad. Arden and Cade. END OF BOOK 1

It knows how stories end… and how they begin again. "I’ll wait," I say one last time, louder now. Stronger. "As long as it takes." And when the wind answers me this time, it’s not cold. It’s warm... like fire, like a promise. THE END OF BOOK ONE!

As long as he held his last breath and was able to speak, that was enough. She even pondered how to torture him to make him spill every secret about Vanessa. But to her surprise, Zirion offered no resistance. Before she could even bring out her instruments, he confessed everything he knew. According to Vanessa, the world they lived in was actually a world in a fantasy storybook. Vanessa was someone from another world, so she knew everything that would happen in this one. Because of that, Selene had assumed she had some kind of "foresight" ability.

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.

Watching. The cage might gleam gold — but the wolves circled close. The laughter from her quip still echoed when Valentina reached for the tray. The envelope was crisp, heavy, the kind of paper that whispered money and power. Her crimson nails slid beneath the flap. Inside, a single card. No greeting. No signature. Just four words in a hand she didn’t know but already feared: “Blood remembers its own.” Her breath caught. For a moment, the golden hall blurred. The laughter, the music, the crystal — it all thinned into smoke. She felt his eye again, watching, pressing, claiming.

Until we meet again, sweet girl, I hope you're dancing with the angles. END OF BOOK ONE