Te Espero En El Fin Del Mundo Novels & Stories

My only friend… my last hope. __________

Not even in death. The End.

Who knows what we'll run into? The End

He approached Shawn and whisper to his ear, “This is how simple my advice for you, just make sure you don’t die, or else, I will be the one who will kill you whether you’re in hell or heaven.” “W-what do you mean?” his nervousness started to cripple his body. He sighed in frustration, "It seems that I have no choice but to tell you," he walked towards him, "Chaos and destruction are on their way to hunt you so you need to prepare for what's coming. Always remember that you are the key." Shawn shakes his head in disagreement, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You must be mistaken." The man smiled again at him, “You’ll know soon enough, but it’s time for me to go so I’ll see you a

That is the promise I will never forget. THE END

I just hope we’re still alive by the next sunrise. -- END

It was the look of a man who was utterly bored with the mundane struggles of the city and had just been promised a playground of pure, unadulterated chaos. ​"The end of the world..." Lucien repeated, the words rolling off his tongue like a delicious threat. He leaned so far across the table that I could smell the lingering smoke of his cigar. "There's going to be a lot of people dying, right? Tell me, sweetheart, what are we getting? Earthquakes? Tsunamis? Tornadoes?" ​I stared at him, my hand freezing in mid-air. I couldn't comprehend their reaction. Five years of surviving that living hell had left me scarred, hardened, and desperate to avoid repeating the nightmare.

“Briella, believe me. Even at the end of the world—I would still only love you.” ***

We are home. THE END

“For the lost.” Fen just looked at me. “For whatever comes next.” Jax took my hand, squeezed it. “For you, Lil. You got this.” I closed my eyes, breathing in the scent of fire, earth, and rain. “For all of us.” That night, I dreamed of Aldric. He was younger, laughing, his hands clean. He told me a story: “The world ends, Lira, not with a bang, but with a correction.” In the dream, I was a child again, trying to understand why some people had to break for others to stand. I woke with tears on my cheeks and the taste of ash in my mouth.