The Beginning After The End Novels & Stories

The exchange felt less like enemies confronting one another and more like old companions meeting after a very long separation. The realization unsettled her. "What are they?" she asked quietly. The woman answered. "They came before stories learned to grow." The traveler nodded. "And before endings learned to let go." The Story tilted its head. "You're connected." "Very." The traveler looked toward the endless ocean of stories. "There was a time when reality was much simpler." A wave rolled across the glowing sea. "There was a beginning." They pointed toward themselves. "And an ending." They pointed toward the First Ending.

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

Every station broadcast the same thing — burning skies, melting streets, people terrified and confused, desperate for answers no one could give them. "This isn't natural." Elena's voice shook. "This isn't a heat wave. This is something else, something no one understands. How long do we have, Elara? How long before the apocalypse really begins?" I didn't answer. I didn't know the exact number. It was happening faster than it had in my past life. But I knew the heat was only the first stage, and the worst was still coming. We watched the news for hours, the reports growing worse and worse. Then the broadcast changed, and something made my heart stop.

In our seven years of marriage, Lindsay Zane had always used the same method to punish me for being jealous. First, she would embarrass me in public. Then she would leave me alone in the middle of nowhere. This time, it was because I refused to give up the wristwatch that my father had left me. "Liam just returned to the country with nothing. Why can't you lend him your watch for a few days? Don't be so stingy." She drove off, leaving me alone in the first snowfall of the year, at a temperature of 14°F. I froze there for four hours, not able to feel my limbs. I made 20 calls and sent 50 desperate texts for help, but all of them went unanswered. I was typing my 51st message, my fingers so

Emily looked at Kael. The answer made terrible sense. The End was not a creature. It was a natural consequence. Too many beginnings. Too many possibilities. Too many worlds refusing to end. Emily looked back at the woman. “And the Last Beginning?” The woman's expression changed. “That is different.” “Why?” “Because the Last Beginning is what happens when an ending is rejected completely.” Emily felt cold. “What does that mean?” The woman stepped closer. “It means something has chosen to begin after everything ends.” Emily's heart sank.

But I wasn’t that man anymore. No. Now… I was the beginning of his end. And this? This was just the start. “I am just starting.”

And from the grief left behind— The End was born. The memory vanished. Emma fell to her knees. Tears streamed down her face. Not her tears. Their tears. The Mother's. The Father's. The End's. All at once. --- The man knelt before her. His eyes were full of pain. "I searched for you." The End became silent. Listening. The Father continued. "Across realities." A pause. "Across time." Another. "Across existence itself." His voice cracked. And suddenly he didn't look like a god.

Time was ticking dull and tedious. It was when her eyes were shut closed and completely devoured by the obscure and uninvited eclipse eating up the light of her vision. She caught a glimpse of the two nuns for the last time before she dozed off to unconsciousness. Her heart, pounding a loud and banging beat - a rather dire and portentous beat, enveloping her distorted and disturbed psyche to finally lay a single touch of her life before everything else was fragmented.

" Who says I am?......Do you honestly think I would believe two strangers over my own family. You must be crazier then I thought." " Just like you believed your so called family, when they kept those letters from you right?" " How do you know about that?" " Oh I know a whole lot more then you think." Beverley says. "And you know what, I don't care if you believe me or not because at the end of it all. You will be a distant memory." " What does that mean?" " It means we intend to finally end this chapter, once and for all. Your chapter. " Kyle says.

Time to end this one way or another. ***