It Ends With Us Rating Age Novels & Stories

" Sally's face went white. He stared at me in disbelief, but his grip did not loosen. Just as I was about to wrench myself free, a hand came down firmly on Sally's arm. "Hey. That's no way to treat a lady." I turned toward the voice. It belonged to a man in a suit. "Matteo?" His name left my mouth before I could think. Matteo Caruso was a senior at our school, two years above us. We had been on the same team representing our school at a national math competition once, though we barely spoke during it and were not exactly close.

I looked at the diagram again, “a dragon.” "Francesca said that dragons exist," he said, in a slightly defensive tone. Francesca tried to stand up on her tiptoes. "They do! But they don't roar. They're really quiet." Elaine groaned. "Terrific. Now he's doing destruction scenes from the Middle Ages." I laughed, really this time. It was pleasant to make that sound after how stressful the past few weeks have been. We sat, ate, and played board games. Elaine chastised me for eating too little and Matteo even let me assist him in coloring something. Francesca climbed all over me like a jungle gym.

Everyone's a nerd inside. I don't care how cool you are. ~Channing Tatum. "All these things are absurd and time consuming!" My mum exclaimed as she went through the list of activities later in the evening. "I could join the music club." I suggested earning a glare and I shut up immediately. "And what exactly will you do in music club Lyra, please do enlighten me." she taunted. "Nothing." I sighed chewing on the inside of my cheek. It was a habit I had developed over the years, it sometime helped to calm my nerves whenever I was around my mother or grandparents.

That was more than enough. The End

Family, love, and happiness… THE END

I placed the papers on the table, neat and tidy. I was going to leave a message for her, but I did not go through with it. Instead, I said it in my mind, 'Hey honey, this is the last time I'm calling you that, I guess. I spent ten years in love with you. It's really hard doing that, I know, but I'm giving up anyway. Congratulations, to both you and me.' I grabbed my suitcase. The moment the countdown was over, I put my hand on the doorknob.

My body shook uncontrollably. My teeth sank into my lip, hard enough to draw blood, as I opened the user's profile with trembling hands. Only a blank page was shown. The notification read, 'You're unable to view the user's profile due to their preference.' She blocked me, or specifically, the account I was using right now. The account "Witchy_Mona_1" belonged to my best friend, Ramona Jones. We were roommates for four years. Food, clothes, secrets—we had shared everything.

Just as I was about to push the door to the nursing room open, Conan grabbed the handle and stopped me from opening it. His voice was cold and icy as he gritted through clenched teeth at the air hostess nearby, "Anyone on the plane with young children can use this room—except Ms. Lockhart. She is forbidden from it."

Both sides face each other at opposite sides of the battlefield from yesterday, the stench of smoke and blood still fill the air to some degree. We hear that the officers simply named the battle, Final Eternity. Although I found the name a bit bland, in all truth I believe it didn’t matter. The ceremony was conducted by the meeting of Generals from both sides. When our own General Vaxides read the official Persian letter and inspected the seal for authenticity while the Persian Leader General Izari did the same with the Remanian letter. When both Generals returned the letters and saluted each other we knew the war was now over. The cheers of both armies are much more deafening than the fierc