The Begging After The End Novels & Stories

Maria Orsini was only sixteen when her father, a Capo, died protecting the life of Vittorio Rossi, the powerful Mafia Godfather. Devastated, Don Vittorio makes a decision that will change Maria's life. He arranges her marriage to his son, Donatello Rossi, the cold, powerful heir to the Rossi empire, although his son is twelve years older than Maria and in love with another woman. Following the strict code of the Mafia, where the Godfather’s word is law, Donatello accepts the marriage out of duty, not love. He is in love with Sophia Bellini. To the cold, authoritative Donatello, Maria is little more than a burden,just a responsibility he never wanted. He is never deliberately c

I love you, honey. ''Love you too,'' I say, and I hear the sound of the phone call ends. After I drank almost the entire bar last night, Aiden drove me home. I can't stop thinking about him. How did all this happen in the first place? I do not even believe myself for how I'm feeling. How can he possibly be my boss? I never left Aiden's side after the last time I saw him in the toilet. He seemed like the safest person to spend the night with. We talked all night and I learned more about him. After all, beneath this bad boy exterior lurks a pleasant and amusing person. I began to like him, and it appeared that we had a lot in common. Since the first time I laid eyes on him, I knew that he was

Simply a fact. Aurelion’s eyes hardened. “Why?” The eye blinked. BECAUSE ALL THINGS END. STARS END. Another star vanished. WORLD'S END. A mountain in the distance crumbled. GOD'S END. The sea recoiled. I AM THE END. The words echoed through reality itself. Nobody spoke. Because what answer could there be? How did one fight an ending? The black eye slowly turned. Toward Elara. BUT SHE DID NOT END.

as a tribute to new beginnings, to unity, and to the love that had endured every storm. As the weeks turned into months, the home grew warmer, fuller. Late-night feedings turned into lullabies sung in harmony. Their story, once marked by heartbreak and betrayal, had become a testament to forgiveness and resilience. And so, surrounded by love, laughter, and the tiny hands of their future... They lived happily ever after. THE END. . . . A huge thank you to all my amazing readers for sticking with me until the very end of this story! I'm overwhelmed with gratitude for the love and support you've shown, and I'm so glad you've enjoyed the journey.

Toward what remains after power fractures, after truth tears through everything people built to survive it. “…but we didn’t lose everything either.” THE END Thank you all for finishing this journey with me.

"You have become the end. You have become the first breath. But the journey is not over. There is still one more truth to discover." I felt a chill run down my spine. "What truth?" "The truth of what comes after the end. The truth of what happens when the first breath is taken. The truth of what lies beyond the last page." The voice faded. I stood in the new world, my heart pounding, my mind racing. The truth of what comes after the end. The truth of what happens when the first breath is taken. The truth of what lies beyond the last page. Kael looked at me with concern. "What happened?"

He asked me, ever so randomly. I furrowed my brows in confusion, finding it hard to remember. "You said 'I'm sorry Dean, but this is how we end'." He reminded me. I looked at him, still trying to understand why he made that reference. "And as time passed, and I started to heal," he went on, "I could think about our memories without feeling so much pain and there was a particular one that always crossed my mind." I waited for him to reveal what it was. "True love stories never have endings." He said softly. "Richard Bach."

My mind calmed reason and logic won over rage. “Enough,” I yelled across the bloody battlefield. All eyes were on me as my voice resonated with each of them. “Take a knee and pledge yourself again to Father and Mother, and I will spare you. If you continue with this rebellion, I will end you.” I searched for Michael and spotted him across the battlefield. I locked my eyes with his. He was covered in the blood of his brothers and sisters. He nodded at me and urged me to continue. At least 300 fallen from our swords and with at least another few hundred still standing. The savagery of what we did to these fallen would burn into our very souls. Their broken and bloody bodies laying there torn a

Henry was taken aback. He couldn't believe Everly would actually say that. Even when she threw fits at the hospital previously, she never talked about ending things. Henry frowned slightly. "Say that one more time." Everly lowered her head and fiddled with her nails. "I said I'm tired of this. Let's end it." The arm around her waist suddenly pulled her closer into his embrace. Henry said through gritted teeth, "I'll give you one chance to take that back."

The air smelled faintly of rain and new beginnings. He said, “You did good today.” I stepped close. “And so did you.” He hesitated. “Goodnight,” I said. He nodded. Then he whispered, “Stay safe.” I nodded. He left. I watched him drive away. The fundraiser wasn’t just about kids anymore. It was about redemption. And maybe—even healing.