John Dies At The End Novel 소설 & 이야기

They left after some time as another footstep can be heard. As soon as they disappeared John appeared in his plate armors along with his men. He looked at the lifeless body of commander Zenith as he sighed. He ordered his men to take the body to the capital. they did as he ordered and left along with the body. John looked around carefully once before he left. We came out with a sigh as soon as he left the spot. I saw Jennifer's face was a little confused as I asked-" what happened to you?" She replied with a blank face-" I-I think... I know one of them!!"

It felt like my head was somewhere with the clouds, just drifting without a care in the world. "Stephanie died at the end," was his own form of greeting. Hearing his voice strangely brought me back to earth, to reality that Blake Johnson was actually calling me. "This book is pretty messed up, I can't believe I've been up all night for this ending." "I told you, you would love it," I murmured, sleepily, stifling a yawn and sitting up to turn on my lamp, all earlier woozy feelings seeping off in waves. I was back in my room, far away from the ballroom, from Darren. I sighed softly. A warm glow immediately spread from the lamp to the room, illuminating the darkness just enough for me to make o

I nod approvingly. I mostly do want to get the fuck out of here, but my heart can’t leave until I know he’s dead. I sigh and strike a match, lighting the whole pack on fire and dropping it inside. His eyes go wide with the realization he’s about to really and truly die. That fear on his face is priceless to me. I never dreamed I’d get this chance. I’ve always assumed I’d be stuck with the memory of him attacking me and never have closure. The fear would plague me for the rest of my life, even now that I have a mate.

“What are you?” My heart stutters. I can’t tell him. Not the truth. If I did… would he kill me? “I… I’m Diana.” He doesn’t blink. “What are you, Diana?” He begins to circle me slowly, like a wolf stalking his prey. My heart beats louder in my chest. I can hear it pounding in my ears. I don't answer him. He comes closer. I don’t move away. He smells like honey and earth. Yes, a strange combination that felt both wild and soft at the same time.

“And if I have to die alone to do it… then so be it.” For a moment, there was only silence. Then she said the words I’d carry with me forever— “You don’t have to die alone, my Violet. There will be people… a few, maybe, but they will stand by your side. At some point, they will.” I didn’t believe her then. But today… I wasn’t sure. My breath caught in my chest as I stood in the lobby of my company, staring at Johnny’s bloodied body sprawled across the floor. A smear of crimson painted the marble beneath him like some grotesque signature.

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

And she had lost him anyway. Zane knelt next to her and put his hand on her back. He didn’t say anything. Because there wasn’t much to say. After all of it, after all the wars, the betrayals, the blood shed — This was how it ended. Not with a final gunshot. Not with a final stand of terrible drama. But with a man bleeding to death in an empty cathedral, his sins being washed away with the last breath he drew.

I was dead. So, a fire was lit, starting right from the master bedroom of the Miller estate. Scorching heat rushed over Ethan, the bright flames illuminating his pale face. He didn’t run or call for help. He just stood there, pulling out the very knife he had once confiscated from my hands and driving it into his own neck. As blood splattered everywhere, the red glow of the fire burst into the sky. Just like that, everything was burned to ashes and wiped away. At that point, the tragic webnovel written by the AI had officially come to an end.

"The stone stays." THE END

Like someone dying horribly. He doesn’t want to know; he’s gone and I’m sure I’ll die END OF BOOK 1 ------------------------------------------