Skip Beat Ending Novels & Stories

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.

*****THE END***** **Don't forget to leave a review and Stay tuned for the upcoming and exciting epilogue! **

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.”

THE REBEL" ..................................................... The End ......................................................

I am one step closer jerk, one step closer on beating you. END OF CHAPTER 35

Only our breathing created a sound in the room. “Reigh,” Skip dragged out. “Let go, my love.” It was a beg. Skip couldn’t hold it anymore—I felt him pulsing inside me. He raised his head, bracing himself as he looked at me with a smile on his face, yet he was struggling. The vein on his forehead was bulging. “I love you—” Languid euphoria rolled over my senses as my orgasm exploded, and Skip followed. “I love you, Arella.” *** The End

“We’ll no longer be holding the Verdad pitch here. We’ll be heading to their company in fifteen minutes.” I had a better idea. Standing so close to her, I could smell her perfume — and her fear. “Strip for me, Shayla.”

She exclaims ignoring my question. "Thanks Em," I shly reply back. "Girl this is the big one eight you have to be more excited than that. You have the chance to meet your mate now and be with him forever," she says excitedly jumping up and down causing heads to turn our way. "Keep it down you're making a scene," I whisper where she can only hear me. She rolls her eyes at me. "This is the big one," she repeats in a quieter tone this time. "I know. It's just...it's just I don't know."