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END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

The 3rd book is in the process; I don't have a release date yet but keep an eye on my profile on this platform, and you will see it when it's ready; it will be in English and Spanish like all my books. 3er Libro “Infinitamente Nuestra” en Buenovela . Book 3 “ Infinitely ours” in Goodnovel I remind you of the books before this story. Libro 1 “ Por Siempre Tuya” en Buenovela Book 1 “ I Belong to you forever” in Goodnovel Libro 2 “ Eternamente Mia” en Buenovela. Book 2 “Endlessly Mine” in Goodnovel.

"The 'Vane-Standard'? You mean, 'Everything is Free if You’re Stubborn Enough'?" ​"Exactly," Kaelen said, his hand sinking into the Neural-Vines for a jump that would take them into the history books of a billion worlds. ​The Seed of the Infinite was no longer a seed. It was a Galaxy-Chain. The Alpha’s Billionaire Rogue was the Mother of the Eternal-Green. And as the ship vanished into a brilliant, golden flash, the universe finally understood that the story was not a "Circle." ​It was a Symphony.

arc, skipping the "Death of the Fleet." ​It stopped at Chapter 400. ​"The ending," Nora whispered. ​But as they looked out the viewport, there was no "Final Battle." There was no "Great Synthesis." ​There was only a Single, Glowing White Page that stretched across the entire universe. And sitting in the middle of that white page, waiting for them, was a Cradle. ​Inside the cradle was a baby with silver hair and one amber eye, holding a tiny, wooden flute.

Meg was in a desperate situation, unable to accept that her life was coming to such a sad end. She was confined to a hospital, against her will, and escaping from there seemed an almost impossible task. The cold, dirty walls of the institution were riddled with doors and padlocks. The high walls and the constant vigilance of the numerous guards outside aggravated the feeling of imprisonment. With each passing day, her hope of escaping diminished. As Meg and her friends, Dorothy and Sophia, swept the vast hospital courtyard, hunger set in.

Then I commented underneath it. "Thanks for the concern, everyone. We've broken up. Please don't bother me about this."

Perhaps, because I had finally let go, my spirit began to fade. In the end, under the sunlight, I dissolved into countless shimmering fragments. If there was a next life, I wanted to be like a sunflower, radiant and free from worries.

Adelia shouted dramatically. "Thank you all very much," he said. - We are grateful, thank you for coming to the Adelie Space Zoo. Between distant realms, in the wake of galaxies, between distant worlds, there is a kingdom among the most distant galactic fissures. There is a realm of dragons, among the deepest galaxies, among distant realms, where there are innumerable space stations that meet, between the borders of the dark realms, between galactic societies, which rule dark worlds, dens of pleasures, in which they are close to galactic realms, among human colonies.

Darlene cleaned up and stacked the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher and then sat down at her kitchen laptop and opened the Literotica website. She pulled up one of the stories she had left open for James to find and then skimmed through it, stopping and re-reading a few especially hot parts. When she got to the end of the story her pussy was wet, not only from what she had just read but in anticipation of what she was about to do. Below the end of the story she clicked on the highlighted text, "SEND PRIVATE FEEDBACK," and a new page opened to send an email directly to the author. She began typing:

And the future? It became ours to rewrite. THE END. Thank You for Reading! This marks the quit of the journey, however the starting of a brand new era. The universe is saved. But what comes next? Maybe that’s a tale for every other time.