Novel Beginning After The End Indo Novels & Stories

"What's this? What are you two doing? I'm still right here! You two lovebirds… Don't you feel any shame? You two can forget about this class! Stand outside right now and call your parents here this afternoon!" After standing outside the classroom for so long until my legs went numb, I finally realized something. I had been reborn. Wade whispered, "The teacher won't come out for a while. Want to sit down and rest your legs?" I looked at the swaying branches out the window, remembering Wade's red eyes and burning tears from my last life. Without thinking, I said, "We'll go to the same college, Wade. This time, we won't miss each other."

Perhaps, because I had finally let go, my spirit began to fade. In the end, under the sunlight, I dissolved into countless shimmering fragments. If there was a next life, I wanted to be like a sunflower, radiant and free from worries.

◆:*:◇:*:◆:*:◇:*:◆ 【ＴＨＥ ＥＮＤ】 Should I post a bonus chapter?

As the clamps sealed around her temples, a slight pressure built behind her eyes, like the moment before a migraine blooms. Echo’s voice counted down in a whisper: “Initializing neural merge… in five… four…” She inhaled sharply. “…three…” The room seemed to tilt sideways. “…two…” She heard her name but didn’t know who said it. “…one.” The world went black. She opened her eyes in the snow. It fell in slow spirals, thick and silent, across an endless field of white. The ground was soft beneath her boots, not cold, but insubstantial. Like she stood on the memory of winter rather than the thing itself.

I’d want to thank My Black Suit King’s readers. As you can see, this novel’s first season recently ended. The second season of this book will be published together with the original Indonesian novel. You will receive an updating notice for as long as this book in your library. Alternatively, you may search for my name, Blezzia. Feel free to look at this original novel with title “The King of Denver” to find out if the second season of the Indonesian book has begun.

Hahaha. This is not just the end. It’s the beginning of Book Two. A morally gray story about two unexpected side characters. Guess…

The deep blue indigo ink of Chapter 140 was completely dry, set permanently into the natural grain of the leaf. ​"The story began as a secret kept by a few," Ibrahim said, his dark eyes reflecting the bright morning light. "It became a whisper along the railway tracks, a spark in the subterranean nodes, and a roaring press in the capital's heart. Now, it belongs to the sea and the wind. It cannot be recalled, edited, or erased."

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I tossed it back into the drawer and chose the other by default. "The beginning of the end" I read out from the cover, then paused it think about it for a second "Hmm...interesting" I said, flipping through to the first chapter. Uninterrupted, I finished the first chapter in minutes but somewhere in the middle of the second, Caleb brought me dinner. I ate to my fill and lay down supine, meditating on the unfolding storyline.

It was over for me. .... Months and days had passed since the Long War had ended. I wandered the cities of the Empire, searching solace in drink, in women and in food. Money was plentiful. The war had made sure of that. My brothers had both made investments and I was their sole collector. So I did exactly that, investing and binging, enjoying life as I drowned the sorrows of my memories. Then I met him, he was a strange man. Boisterous, glutonnous and too lecherous for my hypocrisy to tolerate.