Never Ending Story Novels & Stories

I asked my Lycan Beast but he scoffed, “Who says our story is ending? It’s just beginning, Kovan. We are about to start a new era and a new life. How can we end here?” True. Why should we end here when my baby wasn't born yet? We still have a long way to go. There is no “The End” in our story. All we have is, “To be continued… forever.”

Her life has changed so much after meeting him and she is in love with this life. "Yes, and it will remain like this baby... Nothing will change..." He kissed her cheek. "I want you to stay by my side... Always!..." "I'll be with you... Always..." She confessed. "Promise?..." "Promise!..." She pulled him in a passionate kiss hoping for a beautiful ALWAYS and FOREVER.... THE END

he said and stayed in same position like breathing dead body, he didn't even moved or touched her body which was laying lifeless on him. Lautoonga yahaan , Tere paas main Haan..... Vaada hai mera, Mar bhi jaaun kahinn.... Song ended in the background as everything went silent just like his unwanted life..... ..........................THE END ............................. Let me know if you found any mistake. How was the end? (Story ends here but I will publish one epilogue. Please do read that too.) This is not the abrupt decision, I had already decided to end the story within 50 chapters Nd today it's ended. AND STORY WAS ALREADY PLANNED IN THIS WAY. ................ Aish ❣️..............

Her parents died in an auto crash with two of his brothers. Her uncle was marking his 65tth birthday celebration. Her parents with her two brothers decided to go celebrate with their uncle but Herself and the last born of the family decided to ignore the celebration because their Uncle refused to send them a birthday gift the last time they celebrated their birthday. Her grandmother decided to stay with them ignoring the party. Her parents died when coming back from the celebration. An eyewitness said her parents car lost its brake then ran inside a trailer. She left for work immediately without taken her breakfast, she tried remembering how she landed in the guy's house but can't just trace

” I pick up another stone and throw it at the mud. “So, that’s a slightly disturbing anecdote old man and a disturbing way to get your first kill. “Any nightmares since yesterday then?” “Nightmares?” The old man stands up and fills his pipe with mud dipped dried leaves. “After 28 years of endless war, I can’t distinguish nightmares from peaceful dreams I used to have as a young man!” The old man laughs like a man who has fully accepted the darkness in his life, I laugh along uneasily though. We then instead continue off into reminiscing about some of the funny moments that have occurred in the past and had dropped the topic of yesterday’s incident completely, which was good since later that

Hindi ko alam na matagal palang tumatak sa isip ni Lulu ang nangyari sa cafeteria. Tinanong niya kung paano at ilang beses kaming nagkabungguan ni Philip kaya ikinuwento ko na sa kanya ang lahat simula nung battle of the brains at kahit ang pagbili nito ng tempered glass ko at... ang phonecase. Kita sa mukha niya na hindi siya makapaniwala. "All this time Selene..." hindi niya na nadugtungan ang sasabihin kaya nag sorry nalang ako dahil sa pagtatago ng kwento sa kanya.

The kind that doesn't ask where you've been, only shows you how far you can see. The story ends here. Not with a reunion. Not with forgiveness. Not with a man on his knees, finally saying the right words at the right time. It ends with a woman and her daughter, standing at a window that belongs to them, in a building that belongs to them, in a life they built with no one's permission and no one's help. Behind them — nothing. Ahead of them — everything. --- **THE END**

⸻ Not to anyone. ⸻ Not as a signal. ⸻ But as truth. ⸻ “…I am still becoming.” ⸻ And that— ⸻ was enough. ⸻ Because the story— ⸻ was never about reaching an end. ⸻ It was about what happened— ⸻ after you were allowed to continue. The End.

The knowledge is in the space between them, in the air, in the accumulated weight of all the mornings that have come before. --- This is not the end of anything. The last chapter of the story is not an ending—it's the continuation, the ongoing present tense, the life moving forward into the next morning and the next Tuesday and the next Sunday sofrito and the next thing that happens to them and that they build from. The last chapter is the chapter that acknowledges that there is no last chapter, that the story goes on, that the only ending is the one they stop telling. This is Tuesday.

"The hunger for power doesn't go away just because the lights are violet." "I know," I said, leaning my head on his shoulder. "And the Coalition in the South will try to build new walls. And the Warden on the Moon will try to find a new frequency. But they’re all fighting the same thing." "What’s that?" he asked. "The End of the Script," I said, a genuine smile touching my lips. "They’re trying to turn a Life back into a Story. But as long as we keep the Hearth warm, they’ll never be able to find the 'Full Stop'."