Tf2 Endings Novels & Stories

I never felt so cheated like this before, "How am I suppose to collect that much?!" Before I can even protest, the blank space starts distorting around me. What the heck? "Well, Goodluck Host St412c120883D! Look how lucky we are, there's already an available world for you! It's even a high-rank world! Maybe a Class-B or Class-C. Let's grab it before anyone can even find it!" "Hell no, wait!" "Transmigration starting 10% ... 27% ... 54% ... 89% ... 100%! Your soul will transfer in 3, 2, and 1."

I couldn't move. “Come on, Maria,” I breathed. “End it.” MARIA POV 00:12. The progress bar hit 100%. I yanked the drive free. 00:08. I typed the final abort command: ALPHA-DELTA-LF-2006. The system hesitated. The humming reached a crescendo, a whine that threatened to shatter the windows. Then— DETONATION SEQUENCE TERMINATED. The red light turned a steady, peaceful green. The silence that followed was so loud it made my ears ring. I slumped against the mural, the cold drive clutched to my chest.

He grabbed Kelly and threw himself off the yacht, dragging her down into the ocean with him. They disappeared beneath the waves. … When the news reached me, I felt nothing. No anger, no sadness. Just an eerie sense of finality. It was, in the end, the perfect ending for Zarrick. I turned back to my assistant, unfazed. "Make sure everything is ready for our family vacation." My life was mine to live, and I intended to live it well. My parents—I would take care of them with everything I had. And my darling daughter, Alice—her future would be limitless. The End

It was clear that Tiffany had no intention of merely defeating Maya; she was determined to kill her. Faced with the critical situation and the imminent danger threatening Maya's life, Pedro resorted to his supremacy. Using an alpha tone and commanding firmly, he declared: “Enough.” Those two words brought a moment of pause to the confrontation, as if a switch had been flipped to freeze the action. Tiffany and Maya were panting, Maya, who seemed to have lost the ability to heal herself, fell to her knees before Tiffany. Tiffany looked triumphantly at Maya, who was slowly recovering, her wounds beginning to heal themselves. The look of triumph in Tiffany's eyes was undeniable, and she didn't m

As the dark fog sped towards him, Ender calmly pursed his lips and blew, sending the evil mist backwards against the wall where it shattered into thousands of tiny pieces leaving behind remnants of burning ash which gradually dissipated into the air. Sensing movement beside him and moving with vampiric speed, he caught the Mother Superior just before she fell to the floor and carefully carried her to lay her down on the bed. Her frail body was limp and she was barely breathing and her eyelids fluttered as she struggled to open her eyes. "Ender.......he will come for her.....she is promised.....as....his....bride", she gasped, her breathing shallow and rapid and he knew she didn't have much t

But the next day, he was found dead in his living room. He had finally given up. He left behind a letter and ended his life with the same dangerous combination that nearly killed me—cephalexin and alcohol. When I returned home, the police gave me the envelope. Inside it was a brief note filled with apologies and well wishes. "I'm sorry, Grace. I was wrong. I hope you find happiness. Congratulations on your marriage. If there's a next life, I hope I'll be the one to chase after you." But if there was indeed a next life, I never wanted to meet him again.

The end. ~~~ Finished anyway. Thank you for sticking with Rose and Theo. This imperfection remains an imperfection. Hopefully some important things can be learned. See you next time.

“Wow.” My grip on tightened on the railing. "Damn, what got you so hard?" Bitch was salivating. I could hear it in her voice. "Nothing." Sebastian said. "Can we drop it." "No, I want to know. Tell me." Shit, can she back the fuck off? "I told you it's nothing." “Okay…” Tiffany’s tone softened, turning almost sugary. “Then do you want help with that? I mean… we’ve done it before.”

Placing the phone back on my ear, I answered, "Oh, okay. You need my help with something?" Tcee waved her hands in front of me and I spared her a glance. She made an O shape with her right hand then used her index finger to poke in and out of it with a wink. Wrinkling my nose in disgust, I averted my gaze to my feet and counted the number of toes I had–of course they were ten. "Okay, I'll be right there with the files." With that, the call ended and I placed my phone on the counter; glaring fire balls at Tcee.

The war had reached its end. A strange calm spread through the district, the kind that comes when uncertainty finally disappears. There was fear, of course, but there was also clarity at last. Elsa looked toward the city center. "So this is it." Tarek followed her gaze toward the distant throne, the rising darkness, and the place where everything would end. "Looks like it." Cassian stretched painfully, and several injuries immediately reminded him why that was a bad idea. He ignored them, naturally, and then he smiled—the same reckless smile that had gotten him into trouble for years. "Good."