Novel The Sense Of An Ending Novels & Stories

Sienna, the same woman who had relied on me for every tiny PR move, even moderating fan comments, was completely unprepared for this. She shattered her phone and locked herself in her room, refusing to see anyone. … Sebastian took me back to his private villa. I sat in the wheelchair, staring at the unfamiliar garden outside. My heart was empty. In one night, I seemed to have it all and lost it all in the same breath.

With that, he led his guards down the stairs at an unhurried pace. The guests had dispersed, and in the vast second-floor gallery, only Eli and I were left. The auction spotlight slanted across him, stretching his lonely shadow thin and long. The cold, aloof presence of the Don he'd once carried was gone without a trace, his eyes shot through with heavy red, churning with endless pain and regret. Eli came toward me, one halting step at a time, his footsteps heavy. In the end he stopped two steps away, not daring to come closer.

It burned every last one of them to death. I closed the book, a strange, heavy ache settling in my chest. I wished I had never finished it at all—or that I had listened when Kavian warned me I wouldn’t like the ending. Was trusting people pointless? Did it always end the same way—with betrayal, with knives hidden behind smiles? The story left me restless, my mind crowded with questions that had no answers. A series of unfamiliar noises from within the ship and outside pulled me from my thoughts. Footsteps hurried past the door, followed by raised voices, until the servant Grace entered the room.

I lock my hands into her tunic, exhausting the absolute last shred of my physical energy to shove Nyra’s limp body upward toward the moonlight. The moment her head clears the surface, my own strength completely evaporates. My muscles turn to lead, and my body begins to sink like a stone into the freezing depths. I cannot catch a single breath of fresh air. Is this the end of my second life? My consciousness begins to fracture, the pressure in my chest tightening until I want to scream from the pain. I open my mouth, but only the bitter, suffocating tide floods my throat. Through the darkness of the deep water, a towering, golden-eyed silhouette begins to materialize in my fading vision. I tr

Hugh had taken a bullet to the heart, and all his lies had finally caught up with him. It all seemed like it was meant to be. This was where it ended. No matter what came next, no matter who came for me, I was still Tasmin Sheargold. [The End.]

"That sentence. That's the whole book in one sentence." "Then write it," he said. "Saturday," she said. He held her close in the afternoon library and outside the September city was beginning to turn — the first edges of autumn appearing, the light going golden and long, the year moving toward its close. Friday. The review. Saturday. The ending. Everything after, beginning.

As the doors shut, he collapsed to the floor. Ramona rushed out with Howie in her arms, hurling curses and insults at him. I had thought revenge would make me feel satisfied. Instead, exhaustion swallowed me whole. All I felt was an empty space in my chest.

"The ending waits for its witness." Luna's eight stations surrounded me with desperate love. "There has to be another way. Some loophole, some exception." But I knew there wasn't. The story needed its reader, and I had been chosen—or had chosen myself—for that role. The shadow made one last attempt. "This meaningful ending is illusion. Whether reality concludes or dissolves, result is same—non-existence." "No," I said with divine certainty. "A book that's finished still exists in the memory of its reader. I will be that memory, holding reality's story forever."

I believed him and never questioned it. The door was unlocked and opened with a gentle push. The study was decorated minimally. There was just one massive desk and a bookcase that reached the ceiling. However, there were no photos of his parents or his brother, Alex. Instead, the walls were covered with Rachel Taylor's pictures. Rachel as a teenager, running along the shore in a white dress. Rachel in college, smiling by a library window as she held her textbook. Rachel in a wedding gown... My eyes burned. Through my tears, I noticed a diary on the desk.

I knew he was hurting, but had I not suffered just as much? Though my name had been cleared, it was far too late. With red-rimmed eyes, I grabbed my shopping basket and headed out the door. Before leaving, I placed the USB drive on the table. “I hope that by the time I return, you’ll be gone.” … When I came back from the market, the old house was empty. The USB drive had disappeared, and so had Lucas. A wave of relief washed over me.