The Beginning After The End 1 Novels & Stories

Both sides face each other at opposite sides of the battlefield from yesterday, the stench of smoke and blood still fill the air to some degree. We hear that the officers simply named the battle, Final Eternity. Although I found the name a bit bland, in all truth I believe it didn’t matter. The ceremony was conducted by the meeting of Generals from both sides. When our own General Vaxides read the official Persian letter and inspected the seal for authenticity while the Persian Leader General Izari did the same with the Remanian letter. When both Generals returned the letters and saluted each other we knew the war was now over. The cheers of both armies are much more deafening than the fierc

Wait until the noise quiets, the dust settles, and two hearts find their way back… Not to the beginning. But to whatever comes next. Together. The End.

I don't expect a happily ever after, there will always be a lot of Afters to our imperfect love but I pray for the strength to keep getting through it. Remembering the Nova that told me to fuck off back in highschool, she happens to still be the same but more matured and I have learnt to love that crazy part of her. I wish all of you lovers out there a Maybe Ever After! The Nordan Story AFTER! by PLEASYMATT ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ The End. Please don't skip the next chapter, it's worth it, I assure you.

the system said. A sharp sense of weightlessness surged through me. When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on my own soft bed. Outside the window, the familiar neon lights of the city glowed quietly. Downstairs, the sound of traffic drifted in steady waves. There was no mission, no tasks, and certainly no obsessive man like Caspian. The system's voice echoed in my mind, carrying a rare hint of relief. "As per our agreement, 50 million dollars has been transferred to your account through legal channels. Now, initiating the final step—Restoration of Emotions."

Before Dante could answer, Serena said, “That won’t work. I’ll be coming back after the wedding. How can she take my room?” “I don’t want to move back,” I said. Dante’s expression softened. “When I return, I’ll buy you a new house. I’m sorry you’ve suffered these few days.” Then he got into the car and left with Serena. I watched the convoy disappear, then went back to my room and began packing the research notes I had hidden for years.

I mumbled smiling. “Why?” He asked, frowning. “The beginning.” I replied, remembering the meaning of the baby. “I don’t think we should care what religion the name belongs to. Our morals teaching and the things are the ones which matter right?” I asked glancing back to look at him. “You are spot on, professor.” he replied, pressing his lips to mine. “I know right!” I said, and he chuckled. “I love you!” he said, closing his eyes. I closed my eyes back and mumbled “And I, you.” This is our forever new beginning…

"Mr. Wayne, this is the repaired dashcam footage." Wayne took it and pressed play. Arden's broken voice came through the speaker. "Wayne… I've known for a long time that you could walk, but still, congratulations. And thank you for risking your life to save me five years ago. But this marriage you built out of lies, letting me live in fake happiness—it has to end. I don't blame you for deceiving me, but I'll never forgive you either. Goodbye, Wayne…" Her words were cut short by a deafening explosion.

The unfinished sentence waited before him. Every ending is also a... He understood. Not because someone had told him. Because every journey... every loss... every forgotten memory... had led to this single moment. With one calm breath... he wrote the final word. Beginning. The page shone brighter than the birth of every star. The sentence was finally complete. Every ending is also a Beginning. A wave of golden light swept across existence. Every world trembled. Not in fear. In renewal. The First Author's body slowly dissolved into countless points of light.

Food, clothes, secrets—we had shared everything. Aside from Luke, she was the second person I was closest to. During our freshman year, I introduced Luke to her. Never did I expect myself to bring a snake into my life. I forced myself to calm down, logged out, then logged back in with an alternate account no one knew about. Then, I searched her username again. This time, her profile opened. Countless feeds flooded me as if they had been anticipating me. One photo showed a man's hand resting on a swollen belly. The caption read, 'The baby is kicking! He put his hand on my belly, and his eyes turned red when he said this was the fruit of our love.'

Inside was a faded photo of Natalie, age five, grinning with a missing tooth. She held it out. Natalie didn’t take it. But she looked at it. Really looked. Then she walked back into the shelter, not saying another word. Meekey stood alone in the alley, hands shaking, the cold air slicing through her. She didn’t know what would happen next. But for the first time in fourteen years, it didn’t feel like the end. It felt like a beginning.