The Beginning After The End Novels & Stories

“How much more?” “Enough that you need to be prepared for it.” His voice was careful, measured, the Stormy who existed underneath the chaos and the humor and the armor. “What you saw was the end of something. There’s a beginning that comes before it. A middle. And there are things in that middle that are going to be harder to hold than what you already saw.” I closed my eyes. “The obsession started somewhere.” “Everything starts somewhere,” he said. “And the killing. When it started — was I—”

A thing with a location was a thing you could bear to wait for. He finished the book. He closed it. He sat with the quality of having finished something, which was not the same as the quality of having ended something. Finishing was completed. The ending was a loss. The therapy would be an ending, and he would hold it as an ending, with all the weight that endings deserved. But the after—the after was not an ending. The after was a different kind of thing.

I had endured because Dante held my hand and told me there would be a life after all of it. Now that life had finally come, he wanted me to hide it. “If you truly love me,” I said, “why is my child the one who has to disappear?” Dante’s expression darkened. “Don’t make it sound like that.” “But that is what you’re doing.” A few guards and staff members had started looking toward the office. Dante noticed and lowered his voice. “We’ll talk at home.” He guided me out through the private elevator. Serena followed us without being asked.

The mysterious figure stood behind him. The one who had called itself the future he had not chosen. Auren narrowed his eyes. “Before what?” The figure pointed ahead. “Everything.” Auren looked forward. A tiny point of light floated in the distance. The Beginning. But it was different. It wasn't the Beginning he knew. It was smaller. Fragile. Unformed. Auren stared. “That is the Beginning?” “Yes.” “But it hasn't happened yet.” “Correct.” Auren looked at the figure.

I stood there one last time beneath the banners, listening to the echoes fade. It was a good kind of silence. The kind that doesn’t mean ending, but beginning again.

I need the sleep more than anything because in the upcoming days I won’t get much of it. We landed in Boston and checked into a hotel since we haven’t bought a house yet but now more than ever, I’m scared as the fight is about to begin between me and that vile human being but I know they will be a lot of casualties in wars but I have to minimize them on my side as soon as possible. I have three beautiful babies that I have to go back to when this is all done.

I swore that if I had someone I liked in the future, I would treasure her, spoil her, and love her. "I swore that I would give her a happy family. But in the end, I hurt her deeply while claiming that it was love. "I repented, but time won't turn back, and Liv won't forgive me, either. I deserved this ending. I can't blame it on anyone else." People would have an unusual clarity of mind when their lives were ending. Because they couldn't see the future, they would become extra aware of the past. He leafed through his memories like an old man repetitively counting and wrapping his money with a handkerchief that had turned white from one too many washes.

In that perfect moment, surrounded by the love of our friends and family, I knew that my past was truly behind me. From today onwards , it's the beginning of a new chapter – a chapter filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities. I looked into Salvatore's eyes, as he spoke, "I love you Emilia." "I love you too Salvatore." I replied and then we both kissed again. THE END

“Look at the sun. Everyday he comes to an end just to come back the next day brighter. “ And smiling she told them: “Is just as C. JoyBell C. once said “"Ends are not bad things, they just mean that something else is about to begin. And there are many things that don't really end, anyway, they just begin again in a new way. Ends are not bad and many ends aren't really an ending; some things are never-ending."” (Author's note: The happy ending is here, but the epilog is just around the corner )

This time, I would be happier. A week later, I walked into the event hall with Anthony. The moment I stepped inside, however, I saw Cyrus. My feet were instantly frozen to the ground, unable to move. Anthony held my arm and pulled me forward, whispering into my ear, “If you don’t cast away the shadows of your past completely, they’ll just come back to haunt you later.” I turned and met his gaze. His eyes were firm and warm, giving me strength. I took a deep breath and squeezed his arm with a smile. “Do I look good like this? Can you tell I’ve started over with a fresh slate?”