Quartet For The End Of Time Novels & Stories

He stated as if it was a bad thing that he didn’t usually carry writing utensils. “Okay, I’ll check.” She stated as she paced right into the bedroom and started looking around and you could hear her rifling through some of the drawers in which she must’ve found one because she made a sound of excitement, “Found one now I need something to write on I guess the table will do.” She quickly started making work of writing things on the piece of paper that she had. As he walked over to glance over her shoulder as she sat at the table peering at the piece of paper making quotations as if other people were speaking in an in a conversation. He was curious to see if what she had figured out would actu

Once the formidable matriarch of the family, she had been forced to step back, relying on a wheelchair to move around. She was the only one who wholeheartedly supported our relationship. She adored me, often asking me to sit with her and talk. Lucas, too, would reminisce about their shared memories. But beneath her stories, I could always sense a lingering sorrow. From those conversations, I learned that she, too, had once loved someone deeply. But for reasons beyond her control, their story had ended before it could truly begin. As her condition worsened, even simple conversations became difficult. Yet, despite the overwhelming opposition from the Kingston family, she remained firm—she want

They organized a farewell gathering at a karaoke bar. At 8:00 pm, Lawrence arrived at Echo Chamber. As soon as he walked into the private room, his eyes immediately spotted Julia and Patrick sitting beside each other.

"You never cherished her when she was alive. And now, you only start to regret it once she's gone? Is your love that cheap?" Zach said nothing as he looked down. He finally found his chance, slipped past Wade, and rushed to the urn. He saw the name "Annie Carter" clearly engraved on it. His face turned ghostly pale in an instant. Zach reached out with shaking hands, blood from his forehead dripping onto the urn. He wiped the blood away with his sleeve, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of the stain. He bent over, hugging the urn tightly, his voice hoarse. "How can such a small urn hold all of you? Come home with me, okay?"

"You don't need to answer me right away. When you've decided, you can find me anytime. I won't bother you until then." He turned and practically fled the room. Watching his tense retreating figure, I suddenly smiled. I pulled out my phone and dialed that number. "Mr. Sullivan, I accept the collaboration you mentioned before." The person on the other end seemed to be struggling to control some emotion, his breathing unsteady. "Ms. Emma Shaw, this is the last time I'll address you this way. I'm looking forward to our partnership." Just as he finished speaking, hurried footsteps approached. The hospital room door was pushed open forcefully. The next second, I was pulled into a burning, powerful

But the next day, he was found dead in his living room. He had finally given up. He left behind a letter and ended his life with the same dangerous combination that nearly killed me—cephalexin and alcohol. When I returned home, the police gave me the envelope. Inside it was a brief note filled with apologies and well wishes. "I'm sorry, Grace. I was wrong. I hope you find happiness. Congratulations on your marriage. If there's a next life, I hope I'll be the one to chase after you." But if there was indeed a next life, I never wanted to meet him again.

They had six hours before sunset. The Triad’s countdown had accelerated without announcement, the pressure at the forest’s edge becoming more acute, more present. Elara could feel the moment they decided to stop waiting. Could taste the decision like blood in her mouth. Julian pulled her into the master bedroom, the one with windows that overlooked the gardens. The stone in her chest was glowing so bright now that it cast violet light across the ceiling. “We’re out of time,” he said, and it wasn’t a question.

Morgan copied the grown-ups and said with sarcasm, "She's finally figured it out and knows to buy what I like. It must be the limited-edition race car model I have wanted forever!" He ran and tore the present's wrappings open. However, there was no race car model. Instead, there was a massive photograph inside. It was the photo of Samuel, Rachel, and Morgan under the snowy peaks of Wintercrown, with a card sitting beside it with one line. "Congratulations on getting a new mom, Morgan."

The timing. "Everything is perfect," Diana keeps saying. "Absolutely perfect." At two o'clock, the music starts. A string quartet playing something classical and beautiful. The guests stand. Marcus is wheeled to the front. He will give Elara away. It was Kieran's idea. One final act of redemption for a man destroyed by his own choices. Marcus looks at Elara. His eyes are clearer than they have been in months. Like this moment has brought him back from wherever guilt took him.

The Lycan King had arrived. I turned to leave, uninterested—until the doors swung open. My heart stopped. Four men stepped in, identical yet so different. The Standon quadruplets: Kade, Dax, Ryker, and Luca. They’d saved me once. Their blue eyes locked onto mine, their voices rumbling in unison. “Mate.” I blinked as they stepped closer, each more striking than I remembered. Kade’s intense gaze, Dax’s smirk, Ryker’s dangerous energy, and Luca’s warm eyes—they all had me frozen in place.