The End Does Not Justify The Mean Novels & Stories

But none was louder than the approving claps to my right—Ethan was gazing up at her with pride and admiration. Clenching my fists, I forced myself to ask, "Why?" Despite the noisy crowd, his voice reached me with chilling clarity. "Because you're unworthy." His disdain cut deep. "Letting your name taint Eternal Dawn would only insult Mom's legacy."

He simply smiled with a look of relief. The apple rolled to the ground, picking up dirt. From the start, Zach had been provoking Jessica on purpose. I looked at the blood spreading on the ground and at Zach's collapsed body, then at the frail and blind Jessica. I understood it all. This was Zach seeking redemption using Jessica. At the very end, Zach seemed to see me. His eyes were pleading. "Annie, now that I did this, will this make you feel any better?" As my own body faded, I realized this might be the last thing I would ever say. I looked right at him and gave a cold, cruel smile.

I just got my first points and it's already persuading me to use them? "Is it just fair for you to give me those memories as a given gift?" The system only shook its body and bounces exaggeratedly. I bit the corner of my lips, wanting nothing but to deal with it. Maybe I can use it as a football next time. Who wants your information anyway?

"I killed them all, Seraphine." His tone was almost careful, like a child awaiting praise from their parents. "Thalia is dead. The kidnappers are, too. Everyone who hurt you got the worst ending possible. Can you please wake up now? Hit me, yell at me, or stare at me coldly as you used to… Just do anything, please…" The room remained quiet. Not even the air responded to him. Caspian finally broke down. He collapsed against the edge of the bed, his shoulders shaking as he cried like a child abandoned by the world.

Or maybe it was me. Lucas stood frozen, unmoving. I took a deep breath and wiped my tears away with trembling fingers. “Even if I were truly guilty, these five years have cost me everything—my parents, my brother, five unborn children, and the betrayal and torment from the man I loved! “No crime, no matter how grave, could demand greater penance! And the truth is, I didn’t kill Grandma!" The sobs tore through me before I forced myself to steady. "I’m exhausted. Now that you’ve seen the truth, just… leave."

“This is not temporary warmth. This is eternal warmth. This is not heat that fades. This is heat that persists. This is not a comfort that ends. This is comfort that continues in memory. In meaning. In love that survives even after heat becomes cold. Even after warmth becomes absent. Even after existence becomes nothing. The warmth remains. The love persists. The meaning endures. That persistence is what makes something better. That endurance is what makes existence valuable. That continuation is what makes life worthwhile.” Cold passed baby Hope to End. The last Dark. The final nothing. The ultimate judge. End held her carefully. Felt everything the others felt. Experienced everything they

"Mr. Wayne, this is the repaired dashcam footage." Wayne took it and pressed play. Arden's broken voice came through the speaker. "Wayne… I've known for a long time that you could walk, but still, congratulations. And thank you for risking your life to save me five years ago. But this marriage you built out of lies, letting me live in fake happiness—it has to end. I don't blame you for deceiving me, but I'll never forgive you either. Goodbye, Wayne…" Her words were cut short by a deafening explosion.

I heard an exasperated sigh from the other end of the line. "Maja you need to stop thinking that way you know? Uncle Fidel and Aunt Samantha.... "You're really that naive huh? Alright dear sister enjoy your time with your dear family while I fight for justice for papà and mamá, goodbye" I hung up and immediately switched my phone off. I can't hate Martina but that will only happen if she calls for it which is trying to justify the murderers of our parents. I decided not to think about anything that will cause my poor brain to stress itself but then again I felt this little mind calling out a familiar little girl's name and her image flashing brightly in my head which only caused my mind to

William strode over. He was tall and covered the distance quickly. He glanced at the priest, then at the urn containing my ashes, and frowned. "What the hell are you doing?" Jennifer panicked for a moment but quickly regained her composure. "Oh, a friend of mine passed away." She shot me a sidelong glance before continuing, "She was just like Whitney when she was alive, shameless and immoral. She cheated on her boyfriend with seven or eight different men and ended up dying miserably from some filthy disease.

Levi said. The smell of brain matter was already filling the air. "And now we wait," I exhaled. Right. I made myself part of this, and that was exactly what I was getting. Levi wasn't exactly wrong—it was just different seeing two lives end that fast when they didn’t have to. I ordered this... "Don't think about it now. The ends justify the means and it's not wise to hesitate during a mission like this. You've got ten minutes to pull yourself together and help me think of the next phase of the plan while I contact Evan."