Skip Beat Ending Novels & Stories

Then before their very eyes, they’ve seen her disappeared, only to appear again with a flag clenched on her fist, catching her breath, sweat on her forehead. “Wow!” exclaimed Sloane. “That was quick!” Though she didn’t want to admit it, her mouth just uttered those words before she could stop herself. “You could say that again,” agreed Karina, a smirk on her face. Fate couldn’t have been more fitting. The Skipper's best player was already theirs, and there’s no way the Skipper could have a chance of beating them now. Mr. Porche smiled, a genuine one this time. “Five seconds. You only need five seconds to finish the task.” He shook his head, chuckling. “You’re really amazing!”

all over again. The End.

Those fucking dimples prominent than ever. Then he lifted one finger and tapped the side of his helmet twice, eyes locked forward—like he was saying think faster—before casually dropping the helmet at his feet. The crowd went feral. Sebastian didn’t even look back. He turned, jogged toward his teammates, completely unfazed, like that play was just another Tuesday night. The video ended. I realized I was gripping the phone too tight. My throat felt dry, and my stomach… fluttered traitorously. Cold-blooded. Calculated. Effortless.

Time to end this one way or another. ***

Amen. THE END

The game reaches its inevitable conclusion. As the final buzzer sounds, the audience erupts into joyous applause. The Freeze has won again, and the match wasn’t very close. The team makes their signature lap around the rink, soaking in the applause, before zipping into their locker room.

Absolutely not. I throw my hair into a messy bun and changed into my shorts and tank top. The guys and Aphrodite will meet me at the field. I'm not in a hurry so I just walk... Slowly towards my doom. When I get to the field Paxton and Orion is standing in the middle of the field. They're training and from what I can see they're equally matched. Each landing blows and kicks left and right. Paxton goes to swing on Orion. Orion in a blink of an eye disappears and is 20 feet from Paxton.

I’m building a staircase out of sensation. "How much longer?" I pant. "90 seconds remaining. You are drifting. Focus." I imagine the door opening. I imagine running. I imagine Harlan’s face when we escape. My hips buck involuntarily. "Steady," Echo warns. "Too fast. Slow down." I force my hand to slow. It’s agonizing. I want to rush it. I want to get it over with. "40 seconds," Echo counts down. "Prepare for the spike."

And didn't let go. *****THE END*****

I become fearful and do not wish to die tonight thanks to a psycho. I surprise him by pushing him away. I see his face, and I almost scream when it is the man that has haunted my dreams. I see his smirk and he reaches for me. I slap his hand; I start running away from the dance floor. When I get to the bar, I look back and he is no longer there. I breath a sigh of relief and decide to go outside for a breath of fresh air. I take the stairs up to a party deck and relax on a lounge for awhile enjoying a drink. I notice tiffany with her face attached to a smoking hot blond. I am happy for her, so I give a whoop of encouragement.