The End By The Doors Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Cat got your tongue, Superman?” I step into my room and begin shutting the door directly in his face, just as a black boot wedges between the door before it completely closes. I stare at it. Then slowly lift my gaze toward its owner. “What?” “Don’t close the door.” Absolutely not. I shove harder against it. The muscles in my arms strain uselessly because apparently this human tower was handcrafted out of bricks and steel bars. “Move your foot.” “No.” “Evan.” “No.” “You do not order me,” I snap, pushing harder against the door.

After saying that, I hung up the phone. I was planning to go home, pack my things, and move out. However, before I even reached the front door, I saw our wedding portrait sitting outside like a piece of trash. Looking at Olivia's bright smile in the photo, I felt a sharp pain stab through my heart. Now that things had changed, maybe it was better this way. After entering the code and unlocking the door, I stepped inside and immediately heard the unmistakable sounds of a man and woman getting it on from the bedroom.

Forever. The End.

Was this how it turned out? The End.

Through themselves. THE END.

Life couldn't be any better. THE END

She was theirs, and they were hers. The End

’ [I love you too. The End

"Good." The End.

His Possession. THE END.