Jay In This Is The End Novels & Stories

He sat on the edge of my bed, gently stroking the back of my hand. "Get some rest. I'll send you abroad to recuperate," he said. I shook my head and replied weakly, "No need. I want to leave." I didn't say it aloud, but I wanted to leave him and this world. Just one more day, and I would be free. He suddenly pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly it felt like he wanted to fuse me into himself. "Don't say that. Evelyn, please…" On the last day before I planned to die, Ricky's funeral was finally arranged. The service was held in a small chapel, and I was the only one there to mourn him.

I grasped it in mine, shaking it firmly. This is it, Ziyana. The fucking end of your era.

"Mr. Wayne, this is the repaired dashcam footage." Wayne took it and pressed play. Arden's broken voice came through the speaker. "Wayne… I've known for a long time that you could walk, but still, congratulations. And thank you for risking your life to save me five years ago. But this marriage you built out of lies, letting me live in fake happiness—it has to end. I don't blame you for deceiving me, but I'll never forgive you either. Goodbye, Wayne…" Her words were cut short by a deafening explosion.

Hugh had taken a bullet to the heart, and all his lies had finally caught up with him. It all seemed like it was meant to be. This was where it ended. No matter what came next, no matter who came for me, I was still Tasmin Sheargold. [The End.]

Just for each other. *The End.*

Eternal peace. THE END

he greeted the man, whose eyes widened in horror over the fact that Jayden knew who he was. “You knew all along?” was all he said. “Of course I knew,” Jayden responded. “I’d kill you right here, but I’m sure our fathers would like the honour,” that was all Jayden said to him before he nodded to his men to come forward and take him to the car. “Who is he?” Zendaya inquired as she shuddered due to the cold she felt. Thankfully the rain was subsiding, but her clothes were wet and the wind didn’t help matters.

Henley recognized the bottle in her hand: Gemcitabine. She gathered her strength, took a deep breath, and spoke the next words. "If I could, I wish I had never saved you. Maybe you should have died long ago, so that your mother could have escaped the devil's grip and lived a better life." Henley's heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, the voice on the video like a huge net that trapped him, leaving him unable to breathe. So, this was how much Joanna hated him. She wished she had never saved him!

“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,”

“Everything that was said was just a means to an end. From the start, Chloe is the only one Elijah has ever loved.” With that, Tyler dislocated my jaw. An agonizing pain spread through my lower face, and saliva mixed with streaks of blood spilled down my chin. Tyler let go of me abruptly, making no attempt to hide the sheer disgust in his eyes.