The Beginning After The End Audiobook Novels & Stories

After flipping it open, I only read the first line. "To my dearest beloved Sela Wheatley". I didn't read the rest. Instead, I let the letter be buried forever in that torrential summer downpour of this coastal city. From then on, our paths would never cross again. Whatever love and hate remained would drift away with the wind.

I heard a replied and looked up glaring at the students. “What?” I asked him. “Err... 7th chapter Madam.” A student in the front bench mumbled. “Right! Let’s start it.” I said and planned his murder in my mind. *Adithya Pov* “So in the 7th lane of that street…” Rajeev started saying and I stopped him showing my hand. “What lane?” I asked him. “7th lane.” He replied, frowning but I chuckled hearing it. “Continue.” I mumbled, and he did without me stopping him.

It was only when her sobs finally died down—when the silence on the other side of the door shifted from anguished to exhausted—that he allowed himself to move. He pushed off from the wall, straightened his jacket, and walked away. Not because he wanted to. But because he knew she needed rest. And because he would be back. He would always come back. --- Three Hours Later The evening had settled over the city like a velvet blanket—dark, soft, and full of shadows. Bianca had managed to drive herself home, though she barely remembered the journey. Her body had been on autopilot, navigating familiar streets and turning into her driveway without any conscious input from her exhausted mind.

Mila wasn’t even done telling the whole story when Christian interrupted her by saying the name she wasn’t done completing “Silas Sullivan. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. We are screwed” Christian hit the arm rest repeatedly. He became tensed when he finally knew the quarter of the truth. Silas Sullivan. He never wanted to cross paths with that psychopath in his lifetime but now fate has put him in a position that he has to break the promise his grandfather made with Silas’s grandfather.

"Is this supposed to be my rap sheet?" Dexter Carrington asked, barely glancing at the diary before setting it down. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. "Come on, Ivy, knock it off. Brianna and I just finished a huge project. I'm dead on my feet, and I really don't have the energy to deal with this right now." He didn't have the energy? I looked down. The phone in his hand was still lit up, open to a conversation with Brianna Holt.

And he said to me, "It is finished. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. The Beginning and the End, to whoever thirsts I will give him freely from the fountain of the water of life. Revelation 21;6 Prologue 02. Countdown 03. The premeditated blood 04. Tomorrow waits for no enemies 05. Back to the past 06. The police's first steps 07. Fate reveals them 08. The Devil's tracks 09. Desperate measures

"Miss, my dad is a superman! He can fix my broken toys! Daddy and Mommy love each other a lot. Daddy kisses Mommy and me before he goes to work every morning. I'm Daddy's most precious treasure, and nobody can replace me!" I listened to him without commenting. He didn't know how much his words pained me. After all, Luke said the same thing to me before. He said I was his priority. He said I guided him out of the darkness. It seemed that his priority had shifted, and anyone could easily pull him out of the darkness. The scenery outside blurred as the car sped past. I suppressed the anger flaring inside my chest and softly asked the boy, "How did Daddy and Mommy meet?"

As my consciousness began to fade, I forced myself to reach out and fumble for the burner phone hidden on me. [That favor you owe me—you can pay it back now.] The moment the message had been sent, both the display on my phone and my mind plunged into darkness. I had no idea how much time had passed before the pungent stench of disinfectant finally jarred me awake. My body felt as though it had been crushed into pieces and then forcefully patched back together. The hollow emptiness in my lower abdomen served as a constant, brutal reminder of everything that had just transpired.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: SO SORRY FOR THE SLOW UPDATES. I'VE BEEN IN AND OUT OF DEPRESSIVE EPISODES. THIS BOOK WILL BE COMING TO AN END THIS MONTH. THERE ARE JUST FEW CHAPTERS LEFT. THANK YOU FOR COMING THIS FAR! CHAPTER : THE BOUNDLESS KING SONG OF THE CHAPTER: “The End Is Where We Begin” by Thousand Foot Krutch ~~~ LUCIEN'S POV: The air splits open like it’s screaming.

I could not see with my heart ripped from my chest, everything taken away from me. THIS IS THE END OF PART A. THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE A PROLOGUE FOR PART B OF THIS BOOK.