It Ends With Us Second Book Novels & Stories

For a brief moment, I could almost see the younger Suzanna smiling at me again, clean and bright like the rising sun. Then the loud cry of a newborn rang through the room, followed by tears and joyful laughter, and the fading image disappeared. I lowered my head and looked at my gentle wife and my beautiful son. Slowly, a relieved smile appeared on my face. At last, it was time for me to let go.

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.

Naomi and Wayne stood at the center, each holding a child, looking every bit the picture of a perfect family of four. I stood silently in the crowd, watching that scene. Taking a bite of matcha cake, the sweetness on my tongue turned bitter. Without sparing them another glance, I walked out of the hotel. Sliding into the car Wayne had once given me with matching license plates, the cold voice of the system filled my head, and dizziness overtook me. "Host, your departure time has arrived. Countdown: three, two, one…" I closed my eyes. From that moment on, Arden Sharpe no longer existed in this world.

Hahaha. This is not just the end. It’s the beginning of Book Two. A morally gray story about two unexpected side characters. Guess…

Susan walked beside me, still talking about the places she wanted us to visit again. “I already miss Miami,” she said. I smiled. “We've barely been back for an hour.” “I know. But it was perfect.” “It was.” She slipped her arm through mine. “Maybe next time we can stay longer.” I looked at her. “Next time?” She laughed. “Why not?” I kissed her forehead. “We'll see.” We walked into the house. One of the maids took our luggage upstairs while Susan disappeared into the bedroom to change. I loosened my tie and walked toward my study.

I look past the fast warrior war-wagons and select the oldest, most low-profile iron car in the rows, starting the engine and tearing out into the night. My inner circle is hiding deep within a forgotten thicket at the edge of the territory. The moment my car screeches to a halt beneath the pines, I leap over the doors and run through the brush. I find Nyra kneeling in the dirt, her hands covered in bright red blood as she tries to bind a massive claw wound across Terry’s neck. "What beast did this to him?" I roar, dropping to my knees on the wet mud beside them. "Why did our plans fall into this bloody ruin?"

CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET Copyright © Agatha Rose All Rights Reserved. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ The "TBNB" Series by Agatha Rose Young / New Adult : 1. The Bad Nerd Boy - Season 1, 2, 3 (Completed on GoodNovel) 2. Asian Potterhead and the Lovestruck Bad Boy ( Hunter Jones & Mey Wang ) 3. The Blonde That Got Away ( Luke & Shanelle Bernucci )

So a lot of you are confused about the specials. They are insignificant. That's all I have to say. They aren't actually a part of the story. They're just specials I wrote because of the holidays and I wanted to give my readers something to read since I took a long break (like 6 days without uploading). Anyways, the ratings in which you've stated your concern are the cause of this note. The end of this book is Chapter 36: The Second Great Specie War. That's it. That's the end. If you're confused because of the specials, just don't read them. You're not missing anything.

I looked at Ethan's crib and saw him still there, still asleep. It was just a dream—I repeated to myself, and yet, I knew it was more than that; it was a warning. The End. AUTHOR’S NOTE Hello, Emmy Squad! We’ve reached the end of Book 2: The Lycan’s Curse, and I want to thank you for the incredible love and support. Writing this book and reading your comments has been an amazing journey, and I’m so grateful to have shared it with you. But don’t worry—this is only the end of this book. I’m thrilled to announce there will be a Book 3: The Warrior Luna!

I just tiptoed to my spot on the floor, slipped under the duvet, and pulled it up to my chin. This time, sleep came quickly. Maybe it was exhaustion from the day, or maybe it was the need to escape the awkwardness. Either way, I let the darkness take me, clinging to the last lingering thought—how strange it was that, despite everything, I wasn’t ready for this to end.