The Neverending Story Michael Ende Novels & Stories

One thing about Michael was that he was a huge womaniser and I could tell that he was interested in Oyinda from the way his eyes stylishly roamed her figure. "Of course I do! I find it really weird that Grant has two besties that are super famous and my favourite," Oyinda replied. "So does this mean you're a huge fan of Olivia's novels? I absolutely love her books too," Michael admitted. Michael was a huge romantic, he loved happy endings, but unfortunately never felt they were necessary for him. He claimed there were lots of women in the world who needed love and he was just trying to help them all. "Yes, I've read every single one," Oyinda replied, enthusiastically.

She pulled Evelyn down beside her, forcing her to beg as well. Andrea stared at her father, now in a pitiful state. She turned to Colton, their eyes meeting. Gently, she held his hand. “Please, spare him.” Immediately, Colton released Edwin’s arm, and the man collapsed onto the couch, groaning in pain. All this while, Anthony had been watching in shock. How had Andrea managed to tame a mighty dragon like Colton? “I’ll go with you now,” Andrea said calmly, grabbing Colton’s hand. Turning to the men, she added, “Take the gifts as well.”

I don’t want to dirt his bed. "There's nothing like this in our village. I'm just used to street games," I said while looking at the words 'Game over' on the screen of his big television. "Street games, huh?" That seemed new to him. I turned to Luxious. "Street games like: chasing, hide-and-seek, heaven and hell, and more. It's fun especially when you have a lot of friends." Luxious went silent. "Why?" I was nervous at the expression on his face.

Michael and Jacob found their happy ending, and it was now my turn. -----THE END----

She wondered how the audience would react. After a moment of contemplation, she decided not to dwell on it any longer. She stood up and began to walk out of the theater without even glancing at Michael. Michael’s expression remained grim as he stood up. He sent a message to Evan when he was walking out of the theater. Michael: Take the movie down. Change the ending. Evan was stunned when he saw the message. He did not know what the movie was about or why Michael was reacting this way, but he could sense his boss’s displeasure from the text.

Every victory or mistake reflects directly on them. Michael is already seated beside my usual chair, as if he’s been waiting for me. His hair is pulled into a neat tie at the base of his neck, a few stubborn strands falling into his face. He doesn’t push them back. Instead, he gives me a subtle nod of acknowledgment, his eyes still on the screens. ‘What has Eldon been up to?’ I mind-link, sliding into my seat. ‘Yesterday, instead of forming alliances like the others, he was the first in his set to enter the forest. Destroyed a goblin village and killed the boss.’

Dream by dream. And the most terrifying revelation? I could not remember why I should fight to remain whole. ----- Michael's nod is going to mean something later. Everything in this story means something later. -- J