The Hunchback Of Notre Dame The End 소설 & 이야기

Her POV I was running out of food when we heard the shouting. A horn blew in the distance and I knew the camp was under attack. I closed my eyes and just listened to my salvation. The sound of battle rang around me and nothing had ever sounded so beautiful. Men were screaming and dying, horns were blasting and chaos was all around us. I couldn’t help the single tear that slid down my face, the distraction I so desperately craved had arrived. Sir Duggar was cussing and frantically running around the room attaching armor and weapons to his body.

Wonders shall never end. THE END

“This is the end George” *****

Always us. THE END

I guess that true love stories never have endings after all. Dean took my hand in his and interlocked our fingers as the flight attendant announced that the plane was about to take off. "Let's go home, shall we?" He said with the most beautiful smile. T H E E N D. _____ Thanks for reading! ~Chris xx.

With that, Jace and I walked hand in hand back to the Henley Residence. … In the days that followed, Wayne appeared constantly, desperate for a glimpse of me. He flooded my vineyard with flowers and jewelry, ignoring the fact that I was about to be engaged. Jace was furious, but Wayne refused to be chased off. The day before the engagement, just when everything seemed in order, the Henley family received a call from the cemetery—my mother's grave had been desecrated. Thinking of nothing suspicious, I drove there after my final dress fitting. Standing at the tombstone, darkness suddenly swallowed me, and I collapsed.

"You never cherished her when she was alive. And now, you only start to regret it once she's gone? Is your love that cheap?" Zach said nothing as he looked down. He finally found his chance, slipped past Wade, and rushed to the urn. He saw the name "Annie Carter" clearly engraved on it. His face turned ghostly pale in an instant. Zach reached out with shaking hands, blood from his forehead dripping onto the urn. He wiped the blood away with his sleeve, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of the stain. He bent over, hugging the urn tightly, his voice hoarse. "How can such a small urn hold all of you? Come home with me, okay?"

You ungrateful bastard! Dad pointed at Kyle and made a rattling sound. Suddenly, his breath hitched. His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed onto the ground. Chaos erupted in the upper deck. Cynthia and I stood and watched the scene unfold from a vantage point. Then, the wail of sirens reverberated through the air. As the police boats pulled alongside the yacht, we handed over everything to the police—the recordings from that day and the evidence of the tampered railing. The couple who had haunted us across three lifetimes were finally sent to prison.

the final footnote. NOTE 1: THE THORNE-BLACKWOOD LINE ENDED IN THE NORTH WOODS. NO REMAINS WERE RECOVERED. THE SAGA IS CLOSED. As Kaelen finished the sentence, the wooden house began to "Fade." But it wasn't a deletion. It was a "Cloaking." From the woods, the sound of a thousand helicopters began to rise—the Foundation’s sweep had arrived. "Sign it, Kaelen!" Silas roared. "Close the book!"

Together. THE END.