Skip Beat Ending Novels & Stories

Forgetting about the triangle and what it had done to Scott, he lurched forward, slipped . . . . and then an invisible hand jerked him backward (which didn’t make sense; wasn’t there a wall behind him, how could he be flying backward?) and as the screaming and jerking and burning Scott shrank to a very small dot and darkness fell over everything, Jesse’s mind screamed over and over I wanna go home, wanna go home, wanna go home . . . ! ***

Third Person POV At the Smith Group's charity banquet, Jason held Susan's hand and stood under the spotlight, basking in flattery. Suddenly, the screen went black, and a statement appeared on a red background. It was a divorce notice—Charlotte's request to formally sever all ties, issued through her lawyer. Next, a clear ultrasound scan was shown, accompanied by an audio recording. "Take her blood. She's tough, so she won't die from donating some blood." Jason's cold voice echoed through the speakers to every corner of the banquet hall.

] I tuned it all out and kept going, checking the final data line by line. Ten seconds. I locked everything in and hit submit. At the same beat, Julian tapped his screen. "3, 2, 1—time's up!" The host's voice cut off—both screens went black. A system notice flashed. [Submission detected. Verifying results...] The studio went dead silent. All eyes locked on the main screen. My palm stuck to the mouse. I stared at the black monitor. One thought on repeat— This fair match, five years overdue, finally ends now.

I closed my eyes, about to jump off a building, when an ill-timed phone ringtone blared. On the other end of the phone came a voice that I couldn't be more familiar with. It was my own voice. "Don't jump, Jack Sterling."

The day we take our graduation pictures, I come across a photographer's post. In the caption, he writes, "I've been a photographer for ten years, and this is the first time I've ever done a wedding shoot on the same day as the bride's and groom's graduation! "They're both gorgeous, and they're incredibly patient. The groom doesn't even touch his phone. He just keeps gazing at the bride with so much love. "I spend all day shooting, and my camera's memory card is completely full. But getting to photograph a couple this perfect makes it all worth it!" I think about how my boyfriend, Zack Warner, is absent from our graduation photo session that morning, leaving us without a single picture to

Snap. Silence. Nothing happened. The silver light vanished. The wind returned. The stars remained where they were. For one strange, impossible second, everything appeared normal. Then the black eye blinked. And froze. The cracks in the sky stopped spreading. The darkness seeping through them halted. Even the stars that had been vanishing remained in place. The End had stopped. The entire world seemed to exhale. Then a sound emerged. Crack. A tiny crack appeared in the black eye.

And at times when you're too weak, I'll be your strength. We're a team. You need not to face a storm alone cause I'll always be with you. I love you with extreme certainty, Maze Johnson-Thornton. We still have one wedding left. But for now, I want you to take my hand and begin again. Let's love each other, all over again." THE END

“I know.” “We’re minutes from vote.” “I know.” She stopped walking. “Make this quick.” I handed her my tablet. “Watch carefully.” She scanned the footage. Her expression didn’t change. “Everyone’s seen this.” “Not this version.” I zoomed in to the timestamp gap. Her eyes narrowed. “Frame skip,” she murmured. “Yes.” She watched again. And saw it. The reflection. Her posture shifted — not softer, not relieved. Sharper. “It’s incomplete,” she said.

“How’s everything going today? Did you save any lives?” “If it turns you on, then yes. Though everything I’ve done today was prescheduled, so no one was in danger. And Bobby…he’s back to his old self. Bugging nurses and begging for pain pills. What about you? Did you finish the Batmobile yet?” “You can’t rush art. But I did find a flaw in the system for another part of the project that has to pair with what I’m working on, and I’ll just say the people we’re making this for were really impressed. It was their guys who messed up.”

At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings. My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?" My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots. I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game. When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash. Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go