Loose Ends Novel Novels & Stories

I felt sorry for their parents. While waiting for Carlo’s return, I also resume my writing to kill the waiting hours. The ending of my novel was only a few pages close. I just couldn’t decide how to slay it. I notice that the ending playing on my thoughts is too cliche. This is not right. It must be unique. I could cliffhang my readers or just give them an open ending, which could lead to a sequel in case it clicks to the majority. Sunlight was already peeking through the window. I stretched out my arms. I got up from my seat and opened the panes to let the wind in.

They walked away together and never once looked back. The flames surged and climbed higher and higher… A burning beam came crashing down on Yvonne. She spat out a mouthful of blood. In the next moment, the flames swallowed her whole. That hopeless life of hers ended right there.

Something he did not have the courage to listen to. But when Jonah eventually got up, closing his laptop and going back to his cold, empty bed, he knew the truth. The tension wasn't done. It has increased. The middle-of-the-night phone call, the spat name, the charged silence—it had all drawn them that much closer to a precipice each of them was reluctant to cross. The novel was a fantasy. The tension was one of only two realities that existed between them anymore, a heavy vibrating wire stretched out tight over the city at midnight, connecting two black windows, and neither of them knew how much longer it could hold off from shattering before it did.

Not a word… just that. And it undid me.We left together, all four of us.No shouting, no slammed doors, no courtrooms or threats.Just a strange, broken quiet.But sometimes, broken things can still hold.Sometimes, they hold even more.And this? This was the beginning of something else.A signal in the dark and we were all listening now.As we stepped into the cold, no one said a word but Aaron didn’t let go of the book. I didn’t ask for it back maybe this was how it began, without grand gestures or perfect lines.

Many times. The outline I started with isn't the story you just finished reading. Characters changed. Plot twists appeared out of nowhere. Some scenes refused to cooperate. Others surprised me so much that I had to throw away my original plans. There were days I stared at a blank page wondering if I had made a terrible mistake by trying to write my own book. But somehow... Here we are. The End. Is this a perfect novel? No. Not even close.

It was late by the time I got home to pack. I sat down on the couch and glanced over at the dining table. It was a mess. There were dishes everywhere, as well as a plate of braised short ribs Dexter was known for and a pasta bake Brianna had been perfecting since forever. It wasn't hard to picture the two of them in the kitchen together while Brianna's ankle healed, cooking side by side, then sitting across from each other over drinks. And the diary I'd filled to 100 pages was underneath one of the dishes, used as a trivet. It was covered in grease stains.

CENTRAL PROTAGONIST NO LONGER REQUIRED. Elena felt something inside her loosen. Not role. Pressure. Lucas woke. “What happened?” Adrian whispered: “Almost done.” Lucas rubbed his eyes. “Did I miss the ending?” Everyone froze. Then laughed. Even Root. Especially Elena. “No,” she said. “There isn't one ending.” Lucas yawned. “That sounds exhausting.” “Yes.” The field changed. CENTRAL NARRATIVE CLOSURE AVAILABLE. No options. No threats. Just available.

From the first day I met her, I could tell how powerful she is but with the situation of things, it would be best if she kept all her ambitions whatsoever a secret because the littlest things could be described as treason and betrayal. I spent the rest of the day in the library, Maggie showed me some of the erotic novels she fancied and before the end of the day, she had gathered a long list of books she would love for me to read. Browsing through the library shelves, I found a book titled, "It Ends With Us" by Colleen Hoover. I liked the book immediately I read the first five pages. I added it to my collection and returned to my room with the books. Maggie said she needed some sleep so afte

I inhaled the fresh sweet of the garden with my eyes shut and breathed it out. I brought out a novel from my hand bag which I bought from a bookstore last week. The name of the novel was In His World written by an author named Russell. I was really enjoying the book, the book was about a weird prince called Chad and a woman named Amelia, it wasn't just a normal romance novel, it was filled with a lot of thrillers and interesting plot twists. The book was slow burn, In the current chapter I was in Prince Chad and Amelia had just started to get along with each other and this made me happy, but I was also very curious about the ending of the book, whether Prince Chad and Amelia would later fall

I loved Cassidy more than anything. Although she had been involved with countless men, and she had even cheated on me with Henry, the fake heir, I still couldn't bring myself to let her go. I worked out, took medication, and did everything I could because I wanted to have a child with her. When the doctor finally told me today that I met the required fertility criteria, I grabbed the test results and rushed straight to her office. "Cassidy, I–" My voice came to an abrupt halt. Cassidy was passionately kissing her new male secretary with her arms wrapped around him. She glanced at me impatiently. "Get out!" I suddenly came to my senses. I could accept having a wife like her, but coul