Novel & Cerita Skip Beat Ending

The final moment of the race was a contest between Lauren, Wanda, and another top rider. Lauren pushed herself to the front, her brows furrowed in fierce concentration. “She’s going to lose,” I whispered, smiling. Kendra looked puzzled. I knew every expression Lauren could make in every circumstance. She couldn’t hold on. No sooner had I spoken than Lauren faltered. Wanda crossed the line first, followed closely by the other rider. Lauren crashed heavily onto the ground, and the riders behind her surged forward, pushing her rank off the first page entirely.

I rushed toward the machine and tried to stop it, only to realize the controls were locked with a password. Panicked, I called Suzanna. She responded with impatience. “I was only scaring you. The grinder is a prop. It will stop on its own in a minute. Shane, stop overreacting and come back to cook. Eric loves your cooking.” Before I could reply, she hung up. A second later, the rope snapped. My mother screamed as she fell. I lunged forward, trying to shield her with my own body. I was too late. My mother died right before my eyes. A broken scream tore from my throat.

"The wedding can go on as planned tomorrow. Don't let me ruin everyone's mood." With that, I turned and walked toward the exit. Hunter seemed about to say something. But Tiffany suddenly clutched her neck, her voice trembling as she whined, "Hunter… it hurts so much…" Hunter instinctively turned back, and Gabriel immediately looked at her as well. In that brief moment, I walked out of the backstage area. By the time they looked back again, the door had already closed. And I never looked back. That night, I returned to my new house and canceled every single wedding reservation, one by one.

We are home. THE END

Forever. -------------------------------------------END----------------------------------------------------------------------

He simply smiled with a look of relief. The apple rolled to the ground, picking up dirt. From the start, Zach had been provoking Jessica on purpose. I looked at the blood spreading on the ground and at Zach's collapsed body, then at the frail and blind Jessica. I understood it all. This was Zach seeking redemption using Jessica. At the very end, Zach seemed to see me. His eyes were pleading. "Annie, now that I did this, will this make you feel any better?" As my own body faded, I realized this might be the last thing I would ever say. I looked right at him and gave a cold, cruel smile.

He slowly vanished into the crowd. ........................................................... Finally, after five long hours of pure torture, the party was over and everyone was gone. We cleaned the bar and the tables and left for home. It was 3:00 am and I was running like crazy to get home as fast as I could. I haven't called Bella since I left the house, and when I did, she didn't reply. I took my phone and started calling Bella again, but still, she didn't pick up. I run faster and I can feel my blood boiling from anger. I swear to God if something has happened to her, I am not taking responsibility for what happens next. I got to the building and got to my window. I started knocking on

Stepping onto the tiled floor, a sense of renewed energy coursed through me. With damp hair trailing down my back, I made my way back to the bedroom. But I felt a sudden jolt in my body as I got slippery and my foot slipped. As my foot met the floor, it betrayed me, sending me into an ungraceful descent. Time slowed as I flailed, gravity asserting its dominance. I slipped and fell down. The world blurred, and with a sharp crack, darkness claimed me. Awareness returned in fragments, my surroundings started to get clear.

We did just as Lady Cicilia made us practice, doing the same with our shoulders. “To the middle, Ava,” I muttered to myself, knowing the dance was about to end. I did just that. However, there was something I had noticed while we were rehearsing. There was an end beat for about a minute and some seconds. And that beat included a seat of submission as we were told to do. The minute the dance ended, the remaining 24 girls, including Emily, laid in submission. But as the beat continued, I took a leap of fate to dance just from the middle.

Not happy endings. **************************************************