My End Novels & Stories

“I was only early.” Behind me, someone called my name, warm and low and full of love. I turned, and walked home. * * * The End Author Note I am currently so delighted to finally type out the words 'The End' for this beautiful story. It has been a long rollercoaster for me but I thank you all for supporting me despite all odds. Thank you all so much and also saying Thank you using all languages to ever exist. With Love from Marigold, XOXO.

He makes me happy with everything he does and i know we are gonna be happy forever because; ❣️WE ARE MEANT TO BE❣️ ________🌹THE END🌹_______ Thanks for reading 💜💜💜 Finally, we're done😚 Byeeeeee. See you in my next story guys. WITH LOVE❣️ALWAYS ~~~

The End 💕💖💕💝💕💖💕💝💕💖💕💝💕💖💕💝💕💖💕💝💕💖💕💝💕💖💕💝💕💖💕💝💕💖💕💝 Hi dear readers, This the end of this book. I really hope I have fulfilled your expectation. Do you all want Ace and Alina's book?

I whispered and slowly closed my eyes I don't know when all this will end, if I will be asked if I want to end what is happening now My answer is no I feel content with this life _______________ Aykafaye❤️❤️ ******* Vote Follow Comment

Rio announces, approaching us with some damn cookies in a tray. I'm ready for this to be my forever. ✨ T H E E N D ✨

This is a paradise with my loved one, I can't wish for more! ..The END... IF you want an book 2 just comment and vote gems to continue. ( ◜‿◝ )♡

Who knows how l will end up? The fourth prince happened to see Er Lin's discomfited appearance and it reminded him of the white moonlight in his heart - the woman he had to give up in order to gain power and possibly become emperor. In the end, he chose Er Lin. Both Du Xiang and Er Lin had to offer up their wrists so that the princes knew they were virgins and then they stood behind the prince who picked them.

The battle had ended and I found my battle cry. My Angelo. And I’ll forever love him even if the dusk starts to rise… THE END

"I've been thinking about opening up an Internet café…" THE END

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