Novel & Cerita Quartet For The End Of Time

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."

Eternal peace. THE END

“This ends now.” ***

It was a "Call from the End of Time." "Dominic..." Avery said, her eyes turning a "Vicious-Gold-White." "The 'Suture'... it’s 'Singing'. We aren't 'Staying' in the 'Ascension'. We’re 'Auditing' the 'Last-Chapter'." The "Addiction-Standard" is locked. To find out what "Final-Reckoning" waits at the "End of Time," the next chapter is a "Causal-Requirement."

That was more than enough. The End

No more endings. Just forever.

"Let us resume our evening. Thorn Industries remains entirely secure, structurally sound, and fully optimized for the upcoming fiscal quarter. Enjoy the music." The classical string quartet on the balcony began to play once more, their instruments filling the vast space with a lively, elegant waltz. The chatter of the crowd returned within seconds, the memory of Emma Vance being completely erased and buried beneath the relentless, unyielding machinery of the corporate elite.

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.]

"But that's sudden. We just got into a partnership. You're just going to throw it away?" I pulled her fingers off me and stepped away. "It's in its final phase. My partner can handle the rest. I have another project to handle." My stepping away hurt her heart. She stared at me, dazed. Lauren extended her trembling hand, and it hung in midair. Her instincts told her I was not coming back, but she asked, "When are you coming home?" I shook my head and put on a smile. "Never." Sorrow crept onto her face. She stared at me in disbelief. She kept trying to grab me, but I kept moving back, so she stopped. Like an abandoned puppy, she did not have the courage to move forward to someone who had just