Novel & Cerita The End Of Sparta: A Novel

One problem ended, and another has begun. The End Note: I may have a separate novel about Henrik and Lyra/Selena in the future.

Then, he finally gave me the recognition I deserved in our project, Eternal Dawn. Moreover, he uncovered that it was Hannah and her family who had caused our parents' death. They sabotaged the car in the hope of claiming our family's fortune. Ethan was devastated by the truth. Only now did he realize he had blamed the wrong person for all these years. He retaliated against them out of sheer rage, even selling off the company and donating every last penny of it. When it was all over, he held my teddy bear and jumped into the ocean. I heard him saying, "Emilia, let's go home."

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

The sparrow died with the regret of not killing him. My story ended with my death. Finally, Sparrow was free from the demon. Death set her free. . . . THE END *****

Wentworth. As we sat at the dining table, Mr. Wentworth informed me that he had already submitted his resignation letter. "With a guy like Dominic in charge, sooner or later, the company's going to end up in shambles. I might as well go for early retirement and enjoy the life of a retiree. After all, I still have Nat, so I don't have to worry about the family's finances after retirement." Mrs. Wentworth poked him in the forehead with an exasperated expression, seemingly used to Mr. Wentworth's devil-may-care attitude.

ZAIRE’S POV "Shit, they absolutely carved them open, man. I can't even hate." Spencer said, scrolling through his phone as he read off the stats from yesterday’s game between the Milton Lions and the Eastbrook Ravens. We were sitting at our usual table under the tree in the quad, eating lunch. The break wasn't over for about the next fifteen minutes. “Come on, this is the Ravens we’re talking about,” Finn said with a dismissive roll of his eyes. “They’re shit. I'm sure we are going to destroy them too when we play them.”

More, and more. End of Book 1

Eli staggered back half a step, his face white as paper, that faint flicker of hope in his eyes splintering inch by inch, until nothing was left but a boundless, hollow desolation. "From beginning to end, I brought this on myself. I was the one who wronged you." He murmured it low, his voice so faint it nearly dissolved into the air. "In this life, there's not the slightest chance of taking it back." I lingered no longer, and without another glance at his dazed, anguished face, I turned and walked toward the stairs. The gilded box door closed softly behind me, shutting out his gaze completely. We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was