Novel & Cerita My Story Isn't Over Yet

“It’s not over anymore.” “It’s not.”

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 would reclaim my power and rewrite my story. ***

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.

Motionless. But I know— This is far from over.

I'm working overtime to make sure of that. god, I don't even know if y'all still remember the storyline, and I'm sure a lot of people got tired of waiting and just gave up. That is no one else's fault but mine, and I apologize again. happy new year, by the way❤️❤️❤️

They all have their stories. I have mine. And I am not finished.