The Begging After The End Mga Nobela at Kwento

it's a start of something big. THE END.

A legacy. A beginning. The End.

A happily ever after. The End

This is the end of us both. ******

I closed my eyes back and mumbled “And I, you.” This is our forever new beginning…

Adam says leaning forward in his chair “Why would someone else be after her?” I ask wrapping my arms around Ria protectively “Not only her… you, they are coming for both of you” Adam says pointing at us “And who would that be?” I ask anxiously “The alpha king” Adam says clenching his fists “Why?” Ria asks confused “Because of the premonition” Adam says "What premonition?" Me and Ria ask at the same time ------- Hello Readers, this is the last chapter of Begging for Rejection, i really enjoyed writing this story as much as i enjoyed reading your comments, the next story will come out in a month maximum two and i hope you will enjoy it as well, sending you love and appreciation.

Yes to a beautiful future. The End.

And the next after that. Until forever. (The End)

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."

Next, some liquid splashed down, and her bones shattered, then slowly dissolved into a puddle of water. The water evaporated under intense heat, leaving behind nothing but an empty and spotless surface. The video stopped. On the darkened screen, Jason saw his own bloodshot eyes staring back. “She... really left me with nothing...” His voice was a broken mix of laughter and tears. He sounded deranged, as though he had lost his mind. Eric, who was standing nearby, could not bear it anymore and stepped forward. “Mr. Fender...” The man with glasses spoke softly. “Our deepest condolences.”