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"Any path to redemption, no matter how long, I will follow to right what I wronged." Alyssa kneels before me. "My heart, always so eager for challenges." She kisses me deeply, awakening both joy and sorrow. I cling to her, desperate to never again let go. At last, we part. Tears flow down my cheeks as I watch Alyssa embrace Sophia. They back away, Alyssa's own eyes glistening. "Goodbye, my heart," she whispers. And then they are gone. I remain kneeling in the glen as rain begins to fall, mingling with my tears. The future is uncertain and sorrow is my sole companion. The chance to reclaim my heart forever lost, slipping into memory with the fading moon...

We gave it our best and when we look back, we can proudly say, ‘Hell yeah, at least I tried. ~~~ THE END! That is it! The last chapter. We have Epilogue next. But ADWTD has officially come to an end. Colton and Racheal thank you for your company and reading their love story filled with mystery, killings, suspense, kisses and tons of drama. Thank you! And lots of love! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I could still remember how I did my best just to captured his heart regardless of all the painful words I received from him, but eventually, I succeeded in Taming the Cold-hearted Alpha. Our story ends in here, but this would be an unforgettable end for us because regardless of what we've experience, we remained, to each other, indestructible. The love we have for each other was eternal and no one can ever separate us because I, Sofia Dawson Grey, succeeded of Taming the Cold-hearted Alpha, Drake Grey. The end.

“No, I owe you and your family. Now get out of here and go home to your wife. I heard congratulations are in order, you having a girl or a boy?” “Boy is what the ultrasound has shown and thank you. You know what? You can go back to the UAE and pay blood money for your crime,I think. Okay, great seeing you again Tire. I wish you’ll find your own happiness, maybe fall in love too? “Nah, who would want a criminal bastard like me? I don’t want to taint somebody else’ s blood by getting involved with me. Love is only for people without a tainted past. We had been thieves Brick and some. I am just so happy that you were able to rise above the filth and found a woman who loves you unconditionally.

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His smile was alluring, which caught me flying to the hill. “Jas, I can't stop thinking about you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Believe me, it's from this amazing heart,” he hit my hand on his chest. “This heart throbs faster each time you come into the picture. I couldn't control it. I have tried all I could, but still, it's you. Thank goodness you are looking at me; I am filled to the brim,” he said. But then I felt nothing for him. My heart couldn't stop wanting Earnest. Now I have found a perfect guy, it's so hard to let go of Earnest. Why is my heart so stiff to fall in love again? What did Earnest do to me that makes my heart find it difficult to recognize other

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.]

I had spent years chasing after her, begging for even the smallest piece of her affection. I had cherished her above everything else. A single smile from her had once been enough to make my heart race. But now, all of those beautiful memories seemed to have faded away. What remained was only the bitterness of summer's end. Firmly, I shook my head. "No, thanks." It was all in the past now, and I should let go. The distant voice let out a soft sigh and opened the gate of reincarnation for me. Beyond the radiant doorway stood a little girl holding a teddy bear.

"But you keep trying to make it so. You catalog the inconsistencies in a notebook under your mattress. You measure the rooms with your hands to see if they match what you wrote. You hold your breath and wait to see if the air will hold you up. You’re a writer—you think if you can understand the rules, you can rewrite the ending." "I wrote the ending," she says, and this time her voice cracks clean in two, shattering the heavy silence. "You lose. You die alone in the ash. That’s how it ends." He sets his cup down. The sound is soft, final—as if something has settled into place that cannot be moved again. "Is that what you wrote? Or is that what you wanted to write? You stopped before the last