The End Does Not Justify The Mean Novels & Stories

Maybe, I could sell my house and travel to Hawaii–definitely a big no. My body was weak and I couldn't explain just how bitter I felt inside of me. Why didn't I just end the relationship if I wasn't happy with it? Well, you guessed right. He was a silver tongued devil! That was why trying to end it was like squeezing water out of a rock.

"Couldn't agree more with him." "Yeah?" "Definitely." He spoke softly. "If the love is as true as it claims, why is there an ending to it?" "What about happy endings?" "Even happy endings will have their flaws, don't you think?" He looked down at me. I thought about it, "Sometimes, I get shocked by the amount of wisdom that flies out of your mouth." He laughed, "I'll take that as a compliment." "Okay…" I smiled and cleared my throat. "We should love, but not fall in love, because anything that falls gets broken."

Jon tried to bring up the sacrificed animals again, but it just brought out more raving. “Oh, fuck them. A means to an end. Everyone is so limited by their fear, by what society tells them they shouldn’t do. You take that step beyond and everything becomes wide open. Don’t kill animals. Don’t play the game by yourself. Have a well-developed personality in front of your mind. Absolute bullshit. Play the game and do your taxes and you can come out ahead. Hogwash, to paraphrase myself earlier. Ahead isn’t a place. You come out in the middle and are forgotten by the next generation of middle seekers.” “I know about your spying. Father told me.”

And we'd justified it by telling ourselves we were protecting our people, creating deterrence, establishing peace through overwhelming force. We'd been monsters. Well-intentioned monsters who believed the ends justified the means, but monsters nonetheless. "So this is revenge," I said flatly. "You're going to torture and kill me to balance the scales for what I did forty years ago." "Not just you," the male nightwalker said.

They were chatting enthusiastically when Xander, who had been upset the day before, appeared. He ignored the nurses’ curious gazes and dragged me back to my ward with a stoic expression. He also held a thick needle. I hid under my blanket and trembled. “I may have hurt you in the past, but you can’t betray your Hippocratic oath.” He realized that I had misunderstood him. He put the needle away and sat down on the edge of my bed. “I spent the entire night just thinking. Since we’re both unmarried, why can’t we just let go of the past and start again?”

“Shane, if you refuse to do as I say, I will make you watch your mother suffer a fate worse than death.” That sentence shattered the last of my dignity. My body stiffened as I lowered my head in front of the livestream camera. “I was wrong. The Charlton family was wrong. We threw our weight around and acted shamelessly.” Only after I apologized did her men bring Eric back. Suzanna rushed to him and checked him from head to toe. When she confirmed he was unharmed, she relaxed. Then she turned toward me with impatience. “Enough. If you had done this from the start, things would not have become so ugly. Why did you insist on acting so pathetic?”

“We’ll win.” Kincaid scoffed. “Really? You believe that rubbish about good winning over evil?” But his voice carried less hopelessness than before. “Of course,” Raymond drawled. “The bad might think they’ve got the upper hand for a while. But guess what? The good always win. Ever heard of the end justifying the means?” Kincaid shook his head, but there was the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his mouth. Athena caught Raymond’s eye. He winked, his gaze dipping to the V of her ruched gown. Heat curled low in her belly at the suggestive glint in his eyes.

**BOOK 3 - THE END** *Tyler and Mandy's journey through trauma, healing, and building a future together concludes with both of them stronger than when they started. They face Thomas's impending trial with courage, supported by their pack and each other. Their story represents hope—that even the most broken can heal with proper support, professional help, and unwavering love. And sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is stand your ground instead of running.*

"I guess our lives will end this way. A very painful one. I do not blame you, oh God, it is human greed that brought us to this. I just want Jouri to not die painfully, like mine. Maybe a less painful way will do. She experienced so much, and she is still a precious human being. She is very pure and kind. Please don’t let anyone hurt her. Please don’t let her hands be cold." "איך טרעפן אונדזער לעבן וועט סוף דעם וועג. א זייער ווייטיקדיק איינער. איך טאָן ניט באַשולדיקן איר, טאַקע גאָט, עס איז מענטשלעך גריד וואָס האָט אונד

“Nora, I just wanted to make her pay for what she did.” “The law will make her pay, not by keeping her locked up in a basement like you are doing right now. You think doing this is sticking up for me? You think this is love? Tell me, how is what you’re doing any different from when you threw me into the black market all those years ago?” Tyler snapped his head up. “Nora! This is different! We’re getting revenge for you!”