It Ends With Us Trigger Warnings Novels & Stories

“Every time my phone rings I wonder if it’s the call. And if it’s not his death my mom’s calling about, then it’s something he did. He’s killing himself and there’s no way around that. But he’s going to take someone down with him too. Maybe it’s driving under the influence or selling laced weed to kids. All Bobby does is destroy, and waiting for the end is worse than going through the final never-ending chapter.” “That makes sense,” Quinn says quietly. “Living with the fear of never knowing what’s going to happen would make me anxious.” “In a perfect world, he’d recover. But the world isn’t perfect, and I know the odds of someone coming back from something like this.” “It’s not impossible,”

button. “Once I click this,” she whispered, “there’s no turning back.” Atlas nodded. “Then we go forward.” She clicked send. The files began uploading… But then her screen went black. Every light in the apartment cut out. The power died. Her phone lit up. Unknown Number: “You were warned. You crossed the line.” Suddenly glass shattered in the hallway. Atlas jumped to his feet. “Lily, get behind me!” She grabbed the burner phone and ducked. Footsteps echoed outside the apartment.

He is wicked. I fear that if I take any wrong step he will make me pay by taking away my daughter from me. I heard the notification sound from my phone of receiving a message. I flipped open my phone to check who messaged me. It was an email. The email ID consisted of some random words and letters. It made no sense. But an unsettling feeling was present in the bottom of my heart. I clicked on it to open the email and it was written -

I opened my third beer. "I will book two flights to NYC right after your mum's wedding and I advise you to come back home because things are gonna end up ugly and you know it." He drops his bottle, he nods at me before leaving. I looked at the empty seat getting lost in my thoughts. ~~~

Rain lashes against the windows of Lucas's penthouse, distorting the city lights into watery smears of color. Thunder rolls across the sky, its deep rumble echoing the unease growing in Lucas's chest as he stares at his phone screen for the fifth time in an hour. The message glows ominously in the dimly lit room: *Remember the bunker, Lucas? Some endings are just beginnings in disguise. —D*

She stepped closer. He pressed her forehead to his. For a moment, everything else fell away. No system. No war. No past. Just them. Breathing the same air. Standing in the same impossible place. “We end this,” she said. His breath hitched. “Then we end it together.” --- The Trigger They moved as one. Her hand over his. His over hers. Two lives. One choice. OPTION B – HARD WIPE / GLOBAL NULL Accepted. --- The Collapse The system screamed.

It wasn’t malice. It was a natural, terrible consequence. The new laws of reality—Jailbreak, Scar, the Song—they empowered aspects of existence that were always there, just… quieter. And End… End drank them in. Fed on them. And it began to dream. Not of sleep. Of finality. Of conclusion. And its dreams… they leak.

TRIGGER WARNING! This series contains a lot of controversial subjects that may trigger or upset some readers. This is the clear warning that this book will cover many situations such as: Kidnap, Stockholm Syndrome, R*pe/ Sexual abuse, Death, Miscarriage, Abortion, Extreme Sexual content (both mentioned and described in detail) Cheating/ Affairs, LGBTQ relationships and a relationship between family HOWEVER it's not technically incest as they are NOT blood-related. If any of these subjects upset, trigger, distress or anger you then take this as a warning NOT TO CONTINUE READING.

he promises and I don't know what he means, but I don't even care because I'm so happy I might pass out. ✨ T H E E N D ✨

I saw an advertisement on a secondhand marketplace app that someone was giving away an unused stroller for free, pickup only. The address was in a wealthy neighborhood across town. I secured my daughter against my chest in a baby carrier, spent two hours changing buses, then walked for another half an hour under the scorching sun before finally reaching the small mansion. I was drenched in sweat, and my daughter was so hot she started wailing. The seller was a woman about my age, with the refined air of someone who had been pampered her whole life. She studied my miserable state, her voice laced with both disdain and pity. "You came all the way from Eastside? And you're planning to