My End Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You’re gonna fuckin’ destroy me.” I brush my lips against his. “You love it.” “You’re goddamn right I do.” The End.

Naomi and Wayne stood at the center, each holding a child, looking every bit the picture of a perfect family of four. I stood silently in the crowd, watching that scene. Taking a bite of matcha cake, the sweetness on my tongue turned bitter. Without sparing them another glance, I walked out of the hotel. Sliding into the car Wayne had once given me with matching license plates, the cold voice of the system filled my head, and dizziness overtook me. "Host, your departure time has arrived. Countdown: three, two, one…" I closed my eyes. From that moment on, Arden Sharpe no longer existed in this world.

The end. ~~~ Finished anyway. Thank you for sticking with Rose and Theo. This imperfection remains an imperfection. Hopefully some important things can be learned. See you next time.

Not ever. Later that night, as they retreated to their room, Andrea finally let out a shaky breath. She is finally alone and can't wait to rest. And as she sinks into a warm bath, she whispers to herself— "They can try to push me away, but I’m not going anywhere. Not until the one year agreement elapsed." Just as she steps out of the tub, reaching for a towel, the bathroom door swings open

Willa thought the worst thing that could happen to her was discovering her boyfriend in bed with her younger sister. She was wrong. Minutes after fleeing their betrayal, Willa is struck by a delivery truck and dies. But death isn't the end. She awakens on a mysterious bus filled with corpses and learns that the dead are being thrown into terrifying worlds for the entertainment of an unseen audience. Her first destination is the Frostbite Tundra, a frozen wasteland filled with monsters, deadly conditions, and other desperate survivors. Willa has no weapons, no shelter, and no intention of depending on anyone—especially men.

"Because I don't love you anymore." I did not want to drag it out, so I stood up and left. "Cindy." His voice was raw. "Is there really… No chance for us?" I did not look back. Instead, I just waved him goodbye. It was like I was waving goodbye to a past that had never been worth keeping. No one could live without someone else. The question had always been whether someone was cherishing the other person. I spent a decade loving the wrong man and walking down the wrong path.

It was a small comfort against the sting in my heart. I typed back with a shaky hand, [Congrats, your dream's about to come true.] I tossed my phone aside and collapsed onto the bed, exhaustion washing over me. Sleep claimed me almost instantly. My dreams were a jumbled mess: Charles on bended knee, proposing, and then, in stark contrast, him cozying up to Fiona. In that hazy state between sleep and wakefulness, I felt a sticky suffocation. My eyes snapped open to Charles's gaze, dripping with feigned emotion.

I didn’t want him to feel responsible for my personal matters. His voice brightened with unmistakable joy. "Really? That’s wonderful! The Order welcomes you at any time. When will you depart? A week after the ceremony? You can settle your affairs first." My eyes fell to the calendar. The full moon date was circled. It was supposed to be the end of happiness. Now it was the countdown to my departure. "No. I will leave on the day of the Marking Ceremony." On that day, I will sever every connection between Raelor and me.

And just when everything was on the right track, Leroy returned and destroyed everything I'd put in so much effort to build. I no longer felt anything for Amanda. However, the system was now telling me that I'd somehow turned into the main character in her world because she'd fallen in love with me. "But I don't like her anymore. I can't do it if you insist on sending me back to that universe just so that I can date her and proceed with our relationship." The system disappeared for a short while. Then, it reappeared and said, "I don't like that bitch either. I discussed with the main system, and it agreed to let you have an open ending instead.

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.]