My Story Isn't Over Yet Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

Then I commented underneath it. "Thanks for the concern, everyone. We've broken up. Please don't bother me about this."

END. Couldn't think of a perfect way to end this, anyway __ all in all, we have come to the end of our story , if you haven't said anything since we started , come on, this is your chance, please say something, anything, whatever , just anything you think about it... thanks for reading, don't forget to vote and thanks in advance for your feedback❤

Hello everyone(⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) Dear readers, this is going to be my last note to all, not because the story has come to an end... it hasn't. It's simply because I do not wish to cut into the story anymore before it gets annoying, and so, this will be my last note until the end of this story.

Never met Andrew or any of the guys. In the end the story was over, never even there to begin with. I was stuck living in somebody else's happily ever after, a boring background character. I wanted more. I wanted to be something more. I wanted to change someone or save someone. I wanted the love people told stories about, but that is all it will ever be. A story. THIS IS NOT THE END YALL THIS IS NOT THE ACTUAL ENDING! I WROTE THIS BUT NO ONE LIKED IT SO I DECIDED TO NOT MAKE THIS AS AN ENDING AND CONTINUE WITH THE BOOK SO YALL READ THE NEXT CHAPTERS AND NOT LEAVE!!

He was spacing out with a somber expression. Anderson quietly turned to Suit, waiting for the demon to state his question. “Never mind. I already have my answer. Besides, like you said. It doesn’t matter. She’s already burning in hell anyways. So, shall we begin the next story? I believe you’ve rested enough?” Anderson nodded his head, ignoring the bit about Miss. Agnes burning in hell. He did not exactly care. That story was over. The kids were fine and made something of themselves. No matter what, he would most likely choose the same path. He could not guarantee a different approach would work. Most important, the story was over, and he was moving on.

No tragedy waiting around the corner. No one coming to take her away from me. Just love. Quiet. Enduring. Unbreakable. Because some stories don’t end in tragedy. Some… survive it but ours of one of a kind and wouldn't change a thing.

I’m not even close to done writing them. But if you’re still here with me… That means you’re not done reading them. Thank you again for being here, for believing in this story, and for letting it become a small part of your world. With love, Nicky Skye (My Fantasy Stories)

And Elena knew. The story was not over. The tragedy was not over. The pain was not over. But the love was not over either. And that was enough. For now.

And I understood, finally, without hesitation: Some stories are not meant to be conquered. Only lived. And ours… had been more than enough. It had been everything. THE END.