The Begging After The End Novels & Stories

Or void beings who never quite give up on their grilled cheese metaphors. This wasn't an ending. It was a beginning. A beginning of infinite possibilities. A beginning of supernatural evolution. A beginning of becoming more – together. And honestly? I wouldn't have it any other way.

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.

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."

He smiled weakly and kissed my lips as we drew our final breath. Our bodies turned into divine diamond. My guardians laid us to rest on our island. They carved out a glacier and made it my tomb. The people by the masses would come and lay flowers at the door of the church whispering their prayers hoping the Angelic Empress would carry them to the Father and the Mother.

I swore that if I had someone I liked in the future, I would treasure her, spoil her, and love her. "I swore that I would give her a happy family. But in the end, I hurt her deeply while claiming that it was love. "I repented, but time won't turn back, and Liv won't forgive me, either. I deserved this ending. I can't blame it on anyone else." People would have an unusual clarity of mind when their lives were ending. Because they couldn't see the future, they would become extra aware of the past. He leafed through his memories like an old man repetitively counting and wrapping his money with a handkerchief that had turned white from one too many washes.

Seraphina stood behind him and clenched her fists in anger. Aidan slowly turned around and walked toward somewhere. The video stopped there. However, I could already predict what he was going to do. Aidan would apologize to her, and then they would reconcile and continue their disgusting relationship. After I ended the video, I sent a text message to that colleague. I thanked her and wished her all the best in her future endeavors. After three days in this foreign country, I started familiarizing myself with my surroundings. Just when I was about to head out, I received a call from an unknown number.

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.