Novel & Cerita The End Does Not Justify The Mean

Ava looked up through her tears, her heart pounding against her ribs as fear consumed her. The End finally delivered its answer, and it shocked everyone. TO REST. Absolute silence fell over the cosmos. The End wasn't hungry. It wasn't angry. It wasn't seeking conquest, destruction, or vengeance. It was just tired. The oldest thing in existence, the final punctuation mark of reality, simply wanted peace. The realization shook Ava to her core, and in that moment, she understood something even more terrifying. The End wasn't destroying civilizations because it hated them. The End appeared because something—someone—kept preventing reality from ending naturally.

Cyrus borrowed someone’s phone to text me, saying he and Serena were both being deported back home. “Can you come back and take care of me?” His voice sounded extremely weak in the voice message. However, I did not feel a shred of pity, retorting mercilessly to cut his last strand of hope. “Face it, I don’t love you anymore. Now you’re like a turd in the latrine to me, dirty and foul. “Perhaps you were important to me once, but now I’m too disgusted to even look at you. Do you understand me now?”

Nothing is permanent in this world, but one thing is for sure purest intention will always win. THE END

This was just the beginning. The End.

“Sweetness, you really like killing things.” “I do not.” I protested. But the protest was all for not. Evander was right, if the crime warranted it, I did want to kill for it. “Ok, well maybe I do. If someone commits a crime that warrants killing, they should be killed. Then maybe, just maybe someone else will think twice about doing the wrong thing.”

Not gone. At peace. The End.

I guess that true love stories never have endings after all. Dean took my hand in his and interlocked our fingers as the flight attendant announced that the plane was about to take off. "Let's go home, shall we?" He said with the most beautiful smile. T H E E N D. _____ Thanks for reading! ~Chris xx.

I sacrificed everything—my family, my love, my soul—for a throne made of bones. And now, the throne is empty. I look at my hands. They are old, worn, and stained with blood. I have killed men. I have destroyed families. I have ruined lives. I told myself it was necessary, that the ends justified the means. But the ends never came. There was only the means, and the means were endless. I close my eyes, and I see Eleanor's face again. She is crying. She is begging me to stop. She is running away, taking Zoe with her.

“I’m bringing you back to me.” The End

With Jay, life was never boring. THE END