One Last Stop Novels & Stories

I know that there is already one that is singing with me outside. "Don't even try me baby cause you'll regret it, you've been so pushy lately, no I don't like it. I don't need not problem now, there's nothing to talk about cause what you said when you fool around? No I don't want you around. Baby don't try to even message or call me up, I'm not falling for your fake love!" The last note was kinda loud and I hear some hands clapping so I opened the zipper of my tent. "OMG!" I said when they formed a circle in front of my tent, a jamming night.

Then came the tenth betrayal. The eleventh. All the way to the ninety-ninth. I heard the system question Luna, "Host, this is already your ninety-ninth reincarnation. Haven't you had enough fun yet?" Luna answered without a care, "This is the last one. Once I complete my hundredth conquest, I'll settle down and live a good life with Julian." The betrayals in those memories crashed over me like a tidal wave, swallowing me whole. I curled into myself. It felt as if a dull knife had been driven into my heart, only to turn into a sharpened blade that twisted relentlessly inside me. The pain was so intense I could barely breathe.

His voice was low and strained. "Mira, your mom woke up asking for the song." I stopped in the middle of the parking lot. "The Last Firework?" "The old version," he said. "The one you two made when you were little. She keeps saying she wants to hear it before she sleeps." My mother had been in hospice for three weeks.

I was on my own. The End

“Anna, please—” But this time, I didn’t turn around. Because if I did— If I looked back— I might hesitate. And I couldn’t afford that anymore. Not now. Not when I was this close to the truth. The Final Moment I stopped just inches away from him. Close enough to feel the warmth of his presence. Close enough that the strange pull between us became almost unbearable. “This is your last chance to walk away,” he said softly. I met his gaze. And for the first time—

The headline read **The Last Contract** Below were lines for names, vows, and signatures. She raised her gaze to Vincent, who reached out his hand toward her. "Say your name," he whispered. She took a deep breath and stared at the vacant chairs. Then— Someone outside the hallway tapped the glass behind the mirror. Nine taps. Soft. Slow. A strange silence spreads through the hall. Vincent and Camela both turned. The mirrors behind her shattered simultaneously. Glass splintered on the floor. The lighting in the room changed. The walls melted, revealing a hidden room. In that room, there was a podium with a coffin on it.

Now, watching Adrian under the spotlights, I felt just as lost as I had been on that yacht years ago. I smiled faintly. 'But Adrian, I won't wait for you anymore.' Suddenly, a stir rippled through the crowd. Cameras swung in unison. A man in a sharply tailored suit walked toward me at an unhurried pace. It was Julian Cross. The media exploded instantly. "Mr. Cross actually returned to the country? Cross Limited has been expanding overseas for years. Does he really still care about domestic business?" "In all of Alderidge, maybe only the Warren family would catch Cross Limited's eye!"

My hand pumped the base I couldn’t fit, twisting lightly, while my other cupped him, rolling his balls in my palm. “Fuck… Bella…” His voice cracked. Fingers tightened in my hair. I looked up at him through my lashes, my eyes watering a little from the depth, and hummed around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath. This was the last time. I was going to make it count. And then I was done. For good.

"I don't want anyone to hear us celebrating." THE END

“I’m bringing you back to me.” The End