It Ends With Us Trigger Warnings Novels & Stories

noticed the whole thing they'd fought for crumbling. Her phone buzzed one final time earlier than they took it. A message from an unknown variety. Just four words. "Project Endgame is active." What the hell was Project Endgame?

Deadly . One candle , however, was special. Inside it , hidden in the wax , was a tiny smoke pellet he bought earlier online . When it burned low enough , the room would fill with tiny smoke , alarms would panic, confusion would rise…and somehow , heroically, tragically , Lisha would end up unconscious near a very unfortunate dinner table . And he thought “ What about the baby though, no I shouldn’t think too much the baby is safe in the womb “. Dave leapt into his chair and arranged his face into Husband Mode. Lisha entered, dressed beautifully, suspicious immediately. “Wow,” she said slowly. “Candles?”

As soon as she stepped into the crowd, she overheard snippets of conversation. "Such a tragedy. I heard that guy fought to the death with the attackers, but in the end, he was stabbed with a beer bottle." "They say he was beaten so badly. There was blood everywhere. It's just heartbreaking." "Yeah, if someone could've saved him… He must have been so desperate." The voices echoed in Julia's ears. She stiffly moved toward the private room. Inside, the destruction was overwhelming. Shards of glass scattered everywhere, and there was blood everywhere on the floor and walls. It was a horrifying sight.

"No need for that. I'll go myself. You don’t need to force me to abort Ian's baby!" Karen looked at me with disdain as if she were looking at something dirty. "How dare you call that thing you're carrying Ian's baby! How shameless! You might have deceived him, but not me! This thing must die!" I ended the recording on my phone and looked at Karen meaningfully. "I hope you won't regret this."

The simple sketch of two little dogs I'd drawn as a child—the one he'd used for ten years—was gone. He used to praise that drawing, saying he would keep it forever. Now, even that last trace of me had been erased. In its place was a cropped photo of him with Alexa, taken from the same batch she had just sent me. I stared at that jarring image… and laughed. So this was all it took to sever the final thread between us—a single flick of his finger. The ambulance siren wailed shrilly in my ears, yet the world had never felt quieter.

He simply smiled with a look of relief. The apple rolled to the ground, picking up dirt. From the start, Zach had been provoking Jessica on purpose. I looked at the blood spreading on the ground and at Zach's collapsed body, then at the frail and blind Jessica. I understood it all. This was Zach seeking redemption using Jessica. At the very end, Zach seemed to see me. His eyes were pleading. "Annie, now that I did this, will this make you feel any better?" As my own body faded, I realized this might be the last thing I would ever say. I looked right at him and gave a cold, cruel smile.

This is the point of your life where everyone and I mean every single person you know becomes a suspect" I felt a lot of emotions unwinding within me, the prominent being rage. I was fucking pissed at the game the universe was playing and I made up my mind to put this game to an end once and for all. "Is that all?" "Yes. If you need anything you can reach out to us, I'll be in Ohio for the next week. Good luck" she patted my shoulder and walked out of the room to the balcony.

" The communicator fell into dead silence. All his anger and grievance were forced back down. After a long while, when I was nearly drifting back to sleep, he finally spoke. His voice was low, edged with panic he did not even recognize. "So in the end, you’re leaving me because of that unborn pup." I did not answer. He lowered his voice into command again, his usual dominance returning. "Tell me where you are. I want to see you." "Raelor, we aren't mates. Leaving doesn't require mutual consent. You can disagree, but I’ve already decided. Have some dignity. Stop clinging. It suits your Alpha identity better." Without waiting for a reply, I cut off the communicator’s spiritual link.

"She's crashing! Blood pressure's plummeting!" "Her heart rate's unstable!" "Where's Dr. Zeal?" "It's too late!" The piercing flatline of the heart monitor filled the room as Joanna exhaled one final breath.

"But that's sudden. We just got into a partnership. You're just going to throw it away?" I pulled her fingers off me and stepped away. "It's in its final phase. My partner can handle the rest. I have another project to handle." My stepping away hurt her heart. She stared at me, dazed. Lauren extended her trembling hand, and it hung in midair. Her instincts told her I was not coming back, but she asked, "When are you coming home?" I shook my head and put on a smile. "Never." Sorrow crept onto her face. She stared at me in disbelief. She kept trying to grab me, but I kept moving back, so she stopped. Like an abandoned puppy, she did not have the courage to move forward to someone who had just