It Ends With Us True Story Novels & Stories

To leave something for her dying first love, my wife, Elara Wynn, decides to carry two babies at once, implanting his previously frozen embryo while she's already pregnant with our child. On the day of the procedure, she even stations 50 bodyguards outside, convinced I'll show up and try to stop her. But I never come. Once the embryo is successfully implanted, she finally relaxes. She doesn't understand why I'm making such a big deal out of it. All she wants is to leave something that belongs to her first love. She doesn't see anything wrong with that. Afterward, she comes to find me and says, as if she's doing me a favor, "Callum, aren't you happy I'm carrying twins now? Try to be the bi

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.

**BOOK 3 - THE END** *Tyler and Mandy's journey through trauma, healing, and building a future together concludes with both of them stronger than when they started. They face Thomas's impending trial with courage, supported by their pack and each other. Their story represents hope—that even the most broken can heal with proper support, professional help, and unwavering love. And sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is stand your ground instead of running.*

She and Atlas lay on a rooftop, staring at the stars. “Do you ever wonder where we’ll end up?” she asked. He turned to her, brushing a curl from her face. “As long as you’re with me, I don’t care.” She smiled, not realizing those words would haunt her years later. The Present Day: The doctor finally emerged, clipboard in hand. “Lily Harper?” She stood so fast the chair nearly tipped over. Atlas and Ryle both moved too, instinctively, protectively, like gravity pulled them to her.

“I just need you to know I’m not going anywhere.” My throat tightened. “I’m scared, Mason.” “I know.” “I don’t even know what I’m doing.” “I know that too.” He smiled sadly. “Ezra, you don’t have to have every answer today.” For once, I didn’t have a comeback word. That night my phone buzzed with an unknown number. My hands immediately went cold. The message opened. **You looked happy with them.** A picture loaded underneath. The cabin. Us sleeping peacefully, like the world wasn’t falling apart.

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 can’t believe this is happening. THE END (Keep an eye out, there's an Epilogue chapter and a couple of chapters for Killian and Theo)

It was covered in grease stains. I let out a dry laugh and went to the bedroom to grab my suitcase. At least there was one upside to traveling all the time. I'd never unpacked, so there was nothing to pack anyway. But I was so exhausted that I ended up falling asleep sitting on the floor of the closet. My phone woke me up. It was Diana. "Ivy, check the trending page right now. Dexter got caught cheating." I opened the link, still half-asleep, and then shot upright.

I originally wanted to give that marriage a dignified ending. However, that night, Suzanna held a press conference. Facing countless cameras, she spoke with complete confidence. “Eric and I truly love each other. Shane forced me to marry him. I earned my position through my own abilities. However, when I tried to save someone, Shane cared more about my virginity than a human life. He even tried to pressure me into becoming nothing more than a baby‑making machine. I am an independent woman. Why should I be treated like this?”

They fell asleep tangled together, rings and chain pressed between their bodies, the rain a steady lullaby outside, but the peace felt temporary, like the calm before the ultimate storm. Morning of the final. A Westbridge scout slipped an envelope under their hotel door while they were at breakfast. Inside: a single photo from college — Martin and Damien celebrating a win, arms around each other, grinning like the world belonged to them. On the back, in familiar handwriting: “Good luck today. Some of us never forgot the real story.” The past had come to watch them win — but not in the way they expected.