It Ends With Us Novel Novels & Stories

FINALLY!! The BULLIED series has come to an end. I want to thank all those who supported me throughout this book and waited till the end… I love you all so much. I always said “I would never support rape” and this is me still saying that I do not support it. I had an idea and a plot, I was inspired by an article I found on Stockholm syndrome… that was why I found the Book 1 necessary to be written, so you can see the back story.

she whispered with a small smile. As she waited for her food, she noticed a book on the empty chair beside her. She frowned when she saw its cover. It was dark, with a picture of a ruined city and a large red moon hanging above it. Her eyes widened. “Wait... isn't this...?” She picked it up and read the title. End of Humanity. Eliana looked around, wondering who had left the book there. Then she opened it and began flipping through the pages. At first, everything looked familiar. The story described the arrival of aliens, the first zombie outbreak, and the beginning of the apocalypse. But when she reached a certain chapter, she suddenly stopped.

And for the first time in our long, complicated, beautiful story… There were no questions left. Only one answer. Us. At last. Forever. The End

Hugh had taken a bullet to the heart, and all his lies had finally caught up with him. It all seemed like it was meant to be. This was where it ended. No matter what came next, no matter who came for me, I was still Tasmin Sheargold. [The End.]

One review — the one that mattered, the critic who had said the second novel made staying feel like the bravest possible choice — wrote: The Morning is the final novel of the Burn Between Us sequence, and it does something I have never seen a four-novel sequence do: it ends by refusing to end. The last sentence is a morning. An ordinary morning, in a specific kitchen, with the coffee and the light and the person still asleep. Nothing happens in the last sentence except everything having been built. And the reader closes the book and looks up, and their own kitchen is there, and their own morning is coming tomorrow, and the novel has quietly handed you the only thing a novel can truly give: t

"I struggled with it for a long time, but I ultimately confessed my love for her. Turns out she liked me too. I didn't want to lose her. Noelle couldn't bear seeing Dawn heartbroken, so she told me not to break up with her. I agreed. "She finally slept with me tonight. Compared to Dawn, my body seems to like her more." … That day, I had called Blake more than ten times. He rejected every single call. In the end, he only sent me one cold message. "Busy. Stop bothering me." So, that was what he had been busy with—sleeping with my best friend and his so-called "dear friend." I flipped to the final page of the diary. The entry had been written only a few days ago.

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.

They walked away together and never once looked back. The flames surged and climbed higher and higher… A burning beam came crashing down on Yvonne. She spat out a mouthful of blood. In the next moment, the flames swallowed her whole. That hopeless life of hers ended right there.

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.

I hesitated briefly before throwing it into the fireplace. "It's all over," I muttered. "I don't love or hate you. I just hope we don't meet in the afterlife."