Skip Beat Ending Novels & Stories

As we conversed, Edwin's haughty smirk gradually faded. Finally, as the results were about to be announced, Edwin abruptly stood up. "Mr. Howard, may I suggest something? Given the importance of this decision, could we have Ms. Howard announce the results? It would make the occasion even more meaningful for us." Carl frowned slightly, feeling puzzled. Nevertheless, he handed the document to Janet. "Janet, go ahead." Edwin's expression immediately froze.

Close margin. My pulse remained steady, but something deeper shifted. This was no longer about grades. This was structural exposure. At 11:42— Motion passes. 4–3. Full cooperation mandated. Brandon exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for an hour. “They lost.” “No,” I corrected softly. “They fragmented.” My phone vibrated again. Final message. You forced fracture. Be prepared for consequence. And just like that— Silence again. But different. Not threatening.

Beta was always there to help the Alpha, right? "You will? Thank God! and... Thank you," Summer said with hope in her eyes. She looked just like Autumn. I need to go underground and tell her that I'm not going to reject her and that I'm going to try out to be her mate. Sophia must be freaked out when she knows but that's the only thing I can do to keep my pack's and Red Moon Pack's peace. Even with Quarter Hill. "Don't worry. I will tell Sophia. If she freaks out, I'll get the scream." Jarred said like he just read my mind.

I paid them no mind and focused entirely on the auction. The moment the sculpture came up, my eyes lit up. I raised my paddle immediately as soon as the auctioneer began the bidding. "Five million, once. Five million, twice. Five million, three times. Very well. Now, let us congratulate—" Before he could finish, Selena suddenly raised her paddle. "Ten million dollars!" I spun toward her in disbelief. She tilted her chin at me, a taunting look in her eyes. I knew she didn't care about the sculpture—she just wanted to piss me off.

"Jaimie is waiting for you, too. And we won't stop. I won't stop. So long, my Tann." THE END. OF PART ONE. WATCH OUT FOR THE FINAL PART, PART TWO.

--- His Voice Lowers “I don’t need to control it.” --- A Beat “I just need to end it.” --- That Changes Everything --- Aria Realizes First “He’s not trying to fix it…” --- Cassian Finishes It “He’s trying to shut everything down.” --- Total System Termination --- The Screen Flashes “CORE SHUTDOWN SEQUENCE INITIATED.” --- Aria’s Heart Drops “No.” --- Cassian Turns to Her “If that completes—” --- She Cuts In “Everything connected to it collapses.”

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In

"Where do you think you're going? We are still not done yet here!" "Let go of me, bastard!" I shouted at him. I stepped down. He also followed my steps. "Hey... The fun is not yet done—" He grabbed me again causing me to face him. I grabbed his hand violently, removing it from the grip on my cloth causing me to accidentally pull him way too hard. Our eyes both widened. Time seemed to slow down as we both stared in shock at each other. He passed through me... He lost his balance... And fell.

Where was it? He hurried up to his backpack and searched through it. He found it and his heartbeat accelerated to see that there was a text from Alora. He quickly tapped on it. Alora: Whatever we had is over. We’re done. Get lost. Caden was immediately frozen on the spot. The world around him seemed to freeze. The noise from the crowd fading to a distant buzz. Those words were nothing like he had prepared for. An empty feeling took over his body. They were what?

The cigar slipped from Lucien’s mouth. The entire room froze. I spoke calmly. “Now I have chips.” “So tell me, Lucien.” “Are you calling or not?” Thirty minutes remained before the moment I died in the crocodile pit in my last life.