The Begginning After The End Novels & Stories

FINALLY!! The BULLIED series has come to an end. I want to thank all those who supported me throughout this book and waited till the end… I love you all so much. I always said “I would never support rape” and this is me still saying that I do not support it. I had an idea and a plot, I was inspired by an article I found on Stockholm syndrome… that was why I found the Book 1 necessary to be written, so you can see the back story.

It was over for me. .... Months and days had passed since the Long War had ended. I wandered the cities of the Empire, searching solace in drink, in women and in food. Money was plentiful. The war had made sure of that. My brothers had both made investments and I was their sole collector. So I did exactly that, investing and binging, enjoying life as I drowned the sorrows of my memories. Then I met him, he was a strange man. Boisterous, glutonnous and too lecherous for my hypocrisy to tolerate.

Personally, I want to see what's in that book. I'd spent yet another evening thinking about her. She's the first thing in life that had taken my focus off the endgame, which is not exactly a good thing. I didn't make provisos for being sidetracked because until one day ago, I didn't think there was anything that could sway me from my path. But something about her situation keeps pulling at me, and I know I won't rest until I get to the bottom of this shit.

Deep inside of us, we knew it was the beginning of a new chapter and love ever after. A fulfilled, marital bliss had just begun. Light faded. THE END

And for the first time in a long time… their hearts were quiet. At last, peace had returned. And with it — a brand new beginning. THE END

I paused for a brief moment before replying in a calm and peaceful manner, "Yeah, I won't be returning to the country. Please stop calling me, Zeke." I hung up the phone. I had basically severed all ties with him. I stared at the skyscrapers outside. From this point onward, Zeke Jones and I had nothing to do with each other. We would never cross paths ever again.

"The librarian called me the last of the named line," she said. She and Rafael were on the high tower at dawn — the same tower, the same east wall, but the view was different now, the Red Moon faded back into the Citadel's usual colorless sky, the realm below them ordinary in its early-morning quiet. "The texts have a different word for it. The first of the restored line." She paused. "One means end. The other means beginning. Both are true, apparently, and that's a very difficult thing to hold."

"You asked her to deal with me?" I did not dignify that question with an answer. Lauren only smiled. "I don't mind. As long as you're happy, you can do anything to me." Wow, she was a masochist? Never knew that. "Just look ahead, Lauren. We're done. There's no going back." That put a bitter smile on her face. She gave me a small nod and walked away. After that, she never bothered me again. Thanks to the lady's Spartan education, my partner and I moved out of the building and started our own company. We celebrated in her shop and filled the air not with cream, but the smell of barbecue.

My consciousness faded, like sinking into the deep sea. If love required death to prove it, then I had proven it. If truth required blood to reveal it, then I had revealed it. Now, I could rest in eternal silence, where no one would ignore me anymore. My soul turned into specks of light, dissipating in the wind. In the distance, church bells toll like sounds of mourning, yet it felt like a rebirth.

He was stunned. I wanted to smile at him, but then I remembered that he could not see me. I chuckled self-deprecatingly at myself and said, "Jason, I'm going now. I won't bother you anymore. Please let my brother go. Let me go. Let yourself go, too." After a few moments of silence, Jason asked frantically, "Where are you?" Smiling, I said, "Do you still remember the bridge that we often go to? You're right. The water can wipe everything away, even our pain and suffering."