The End Of Innocence Book Novels & Stories

But the real triumph is in the quiet. In the laughter after mourning. In the family built from ruin. In a woman who once lost everything, standing tall, holding the pen. And writing the last word herself. …The End

* *The harvest was over. *The trials complete.* *The freedom won.* *And consciousness—* *Finally—* *Was home.* **THE END**

“Send the pages. You have twenty minutes.” I didn’t need twenty. The prose had been written on the kitchen floor at midnight – the revised ending scratched into my notebook while his heartbeat ran steady under my ear. I cut the terminal scene. The grey concrete, the empty security lines, the ambiguous distance. Replaced it with the gold band. The floorboards. The boy who’d learned to stay in the room until the freeze cleared. The characters ended up together. Not because romance demanded it. Because the TRUTH demanded it. I’d spent three hundred pages documenting the real, and the real ending was that he stayed and I stayed and the kitchen floor held.

And in the quiet of the car, with Noah breathing beside me and the baby moving like a stubborn heartbeat, I realized we had reached the point where endurance wasn’t enough. Now we needed an ending that cut the hand off the lever. —End Chapter 57

And the days, at last, belonged to them. She opened her eyes and looked out at the dark forest one final time. It remained empty. And that emptiness, hard-won and carefully kept, was enough. THE END. THAN YOU FOR READING THIS BOOK I PROMISE TO IMPROVE AND MAKE IT MORE INTERESTING IN MY NEXT STORY FOLLOW NOW TO ENJOY. Continue the part 2

I started reading the book, and I wrapped myself in his jacket. After a couple of other hours passed, I felt sleepy. I got up from the chair and put the book where it belonged, got out of Aaron's office, went into mine, and locked the door. I check my phone, and there is still no sign of Aiden. I lay on the couch, and after I could hardly keep my eyes open, I let myself go into a light sleep.

He laughed in glee feeling tears in his eyes. And this time he didn't let the chance go and kissed her lips, he had waited so long just to hear those words from her lips and today it happened. And finally his last wish he ever wanted to achieve today got fulfilled. They didn't know how the upcoming journey might be, but surely their devotion and determination to build a better life would eventually be fruitful. Finally the ruthless Mafia boss got his sweet innocent Ana. THE END. _________________________________________ So this is the end of the story,

He mumbled to himself, and his eyes turned cold. He glanced at the little star beside him. The innocent face seemed suspicious to him at the moment, and he clenched his fist in annoyance. Was the little star truly innocent, or was he too good at deceiving people? Ace prided himself on being able to read people the most. Considering his line of work and his status, it was only right for him to be able to read everyone that came his way, only this way would he continue ruling peacefully, but the little star really gave him a headache.

“Hard to stay a stranger for long.” Alex gave a slight nod. “I don’t plan to.” Clara stepped closer. “Did you finish the book?” she asked. “Yes.” “And?” “It ended too neatly.” She folded her arms. “You don’t believe in neat endings?” “I believe in earned ones.” Her breath caught slightly. “You think reconciliation must be earned?” “Yes.” “And if it isn’t?” “Then it isn’t real.” Something tightened in her chest. Edith cleared her throat dramatically. “I’ll be in the back reorganizing poetry before I’m tempted to charge admission.”

All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Copyright © 2021 by A.E Ilupeju. Alll rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the Author. The After-End - The amnesiac monk who tries to remember his memory as he journeys through hell in search of his family.