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He rested his chin on my shoulder. "Are you okay?" I turned to look at him. "I'm tired of being afraid." "Don't be afraid," he said. "Be angry." "I am angry." "Good. Use it." He kissed my temple. "We're going to find him, Aria. I don't know who he is yet. But I know he's human. And humans make mistakes." He looked out at the valley. "He thinks he's the spider in the web. He thinks he's pulling the strings."

But would they understand what he had done…or to be more exact what he had become? The loud humming of the centrifuge began to slow until finally it came to a halt. The light that was situated just below the lid blinked a dark red with the word FINISHED on it. The hooded man knew that this was the moment. His final stage of the research that would transform the future, that would ensure that the person that he adored the most would stop being hunted down to be used by all. As he got up a trembling sensation shot through his limbs,

It would always be home with this man. THE END

After killing the sixth prince, I never imagined it would cost me my life. It no longer matters, as the world has finally come to an end. I am free. I, Zarah, am the last human in the area. There's no point in fighting if I'm going to be alone in the end, regardless of whether I liberate the world from the demons.

“You don’t understand Reaper.” I lifted my head. “What do you mean?” A long pause. Then: “He doesn’t want to kill Armando.” My stomach twisted. “Then what does he want?” Her voice cracked. “He wants to break him.” My breath froze. “And he’ll use you to do it.” I pressed my hand to my mouth, trying not to sob. The woman whispered again, voice barely a breath. “You’re the ending.” My heart slammed against my ribs. “What ending?” She didn’t answer.

“My time is nearly over. I have to pay the otherworldly being with my life very soon.” Arthur looked up at her and Clara saw that he was on the verge of tears. The hacker took a deep breath before speaking. “Okay. You’ve given me a lot to process today. As you have someone who can see the future at your side, I suppose he can confirm that this really is the last time we will ever see each other?” “It is,” Clara said. “He couldn’t see us ever encountering each other again.”

Aurora's ultimate choice comes! The question that ends everything: When dying and desperate, can you really choose pain over relief? Even knowing relief means erasure? This is it! The endgame! The final arc! Tell me your thoughts! TO BE CONTINUED... END OF CHAPTER NINETY

Demir must survive. THE END.

Antonio stepped closer, crouching beside him. “London isn’t some small-town playground where you can run your little street gangs. This is New York. And here… I’m the fucking king.” The man spat blood, his glare burning with rage. “Go to hell, Antonio.” Antonio gave him a small, deadly smirk—then pulled the trigger one last time. BANG! The war was over. At Home –