The End Of Sparta: A Novel Novels & Stories

"Even if we don't feel the spark anymore?" He nodded again, as if he was so certain. "Even when the spark is gone." I smiled to myself. I just couldn't put my emotions into words. All I knew was this thing was real. This was something I could hold on. And deep inside I was hoping this thing would last. I just learned how to love faithfully again. That kind of love that was certain and secured. That kind of love that was real. "Shall we go home now?" He asked.

“Mom and Dad are just behind us. Let’s go meet them together.” I nodded, gripping the stone ring in my hand. Thank goodness I still had them behind me. The End.

When I heard the verdict, I only smiled in reply. After all, I had no more wishes left. I had already finished the designs my mother left behind, even though my name wouldn't be on them. As for Ethan… He had Hannah. Perhaps he would even feel relieved once I was gone. Suddenly, a familiar voice called out, "Emilia!" When I heard that voice, I blinked and thought in amusement that the sayings were indeed true. They said one would start to hallucinate as their life came to an end. "Emilia! Emilia!" Ethan's voice grew clearer.

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 *****

At last, the haughty Dominic bowed his prideful head and said, "I'm sorry, Evelyn. Irene won't be disturbing you ever again." Then, he turned around and glared at her. "Still not leaving?" Despite being furious, Irene dared not protest as she followed him out. … After they left, Mr. Wentworth led Mrs. Wentworth and me back to his office. I saw a lunchbox on his desk, the food still warm.

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.”

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

I need not hide my identify as Machitis as her absence has taken away Sebastain Agreste and now only lives the beast himself. The End of part 1. Thank you for reading my book. Please Please rate and comment on the MAIN page. Lots of lose ends that will be met in part 2 and 3. Including the Ghouzis wealth, the reason behind Sebastians hate for her people, and Raphael. Stay tuned to find out. Authors note

Whatever strength he had left, he used it to beg for it all to end. The doctor wept as she tapped on her control pad, and injected him with a lethal dose of painkillers. She put a hand on his and comforted him as best she could. His pain melted away and he passed into a final euphoria. Eventually, his grip loosened and fell to the side, unmoving and still. ~ Spartan and his squadrons dashed past Eva with fortifications and fresh cadets. They quickly strengthened the new front line and set up defenses. They needed to make sure that their position was solid as fast as possible, before the enemy regrouped and counterattacked.

Sofia avenged. Dante collapsed against me in the boat, breath shallow but steady. Rocco pulled us both close arms like iron. Katarina shoulder bandaged looked back at the burning horizon. “It’s over.” I stared at the flames. “Is it?” The curse had ended in fire. But the scars the love, the loss, the blood we’d spilled would never burn away. We drifted into the delta night three broken men, one empty throne. No heirs left. Just us. And whatever came next.