Jumin Han Bad Ending Novels & Stories

The time prolonged, and Jaime just observed his mate slowly dying in front of him. And that's the end of her story. I'm not too fond of it, and I am not satisfied with the ending. It's much better if Mirna killed Vlad and saved her children, but instead, she killed them and herself. What a crappy ending. Is this what she got? The theme should be angsty romance, and she already failed.

Was losing his soul the price of admission to the Han family? And Min... Jun glanced at Min from the corner of his eye. Min had his head leaned back against the seat, eyes closed. He looked so expressionless, he couldn’t read him. Jun hated him for the violence. But god help him, he also wanted to wash the blood off Min’s hands. The conflict tore at him. The limousine pulled into the underground garage of the apartment building. "We're home," Baek announced grimly. Min opened his eyes. They were empty voids.

‘Wait, are both the truth and the evidence going to burn away inside these flames? Hyeon-sin closed both eyes in severe despair. Hope and justice were both destined to vanish into ashes in an instant. She, who had lived harboring a pure flower garden in her mind, was merely disappearing into the darkness as a failed agent in the end. “Father, understood. Go out first. I will handle the cleanup.” “Is that so?” Right at that moment. Rrrr Rrrr Rrrr-. Kim Min-cheol’s mobile phone rang harshly. Stepping back a few steps in a hurry, he answered the phone.

"You think I'm as foolish as the people around you? That I can't tell whether a woman is good enough for me? To me, Junia is the best partner I could ever ask for. Now, who gave you the nerve to slander her?" I looked at the three of them, each wearing a different expression, and said indifferently, "I'll say it only once. My name is Junia Jensen now. Abigail Grant died five years ago. "I never wanted to have anything to do with you people again, but this time, you were the ones who came looking for trouble. "Not only did you humiliate me, but you also terrorized my daughter. Did you really think I was still the same helpless woman from five years ago, someone you could do whatever you wante

he flicked the top of her head with his fingers, "goodnight." And with a huff, she lay on the bed, and as he watched her, his head hung. Not every story had a happy ending; some ended with chaos, sadness, and darkness so intense it swallowed you up and made you beg to be let out, knowing it was the only comfort you'd ever get, you stayed in. "Zayne," Jane's sleepy voice came up, "I'll make the story have a happy ending if you don't want to." He smiled, "Alright, go on."

I finally found the one, and Lucas Santiago is the one. -The end- ______________________________________________________________________________ Finally, we got a happy ending here! I can't believe this story already end. Thank you to all the readers who read this story until the end. I really appreciate it and thank you for giving this story support. This is my fourth story on W*****d and getting love from all the readers, makes me so happy. I will be writing more stories to let you entertain. Wait for it! Anyways, don't forget to click the little star and leave a comment about this chapter. ***** Much love from me Little Munchkins

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

she asked and poured the rest on the ground. Just then a wave of heaviness hits her. She felt a little bit cold and at the same time, she thought she would die because she was running out of air. “No! But you won’t die. You’ll just sleep in two”. The one who had given her the drink said. And just like that, Jasmine was gone, falling into Jack’s arms. “Sexy!” He muttered as he watched her for a while before taking her away from the rooftop. And with the help of Renold, Fabian’s secretary, they were able to leave the building.

William strode over. He was tall and covered the distance quickly. He glanced at the priest, then at the urn containing my ashes, and frowned. "What the hell are you doing?" Jennifer panicked for a moment but quickly regained her composure. "Oh, a friend of mine passed away." She shot me a sidelong glance before continuing, "She was just like Whitney when she was alive, shameless and immoral. She cheated on her boyfriend with seven or eight different men and ended up dying miserably from some filthy disease.

Zach's gaze got all cold. Jasmine didn't seem worried, still smiling. Her red manicured hand glided across his chest as she spoke. "Well, then! Let's face death together, like Romeo and Juliet. It might not be so bad. We could be all lovey-dovey even in the afterlife." He forcefully grasped her hand on his chest, pushing her away. "Do you truly believe Hayson wouldn't uncover your infidelity? Jasmine, be careful not to push the limits too far, or you may end up burning yourself."