The No End House Novels & Stories

After Halle Anderson cheated on me and came back to me, I gave her three chances to cut ties with her lover. She grabbed the opportunity and spent those times with him. They had dinners together, did crafts, and she even spent whole nights with him. After that, she threw everything that was related to her lover away and held my hand again. “Believe me, I’ll never betray you again.” One day, I got into a car accident with an energetic young man. He angrily gave someone a call, and I heard my wife’s best friend’s voice coming through. “Halle, I’m telling you to not go. You’ve used up all three chances. Grant will definitely divorce you if you do so.” Immediately after, I heard Hall

“What are you gonna do when it ends?” I didn’t answer right away. My body hurt. My mind felt fuzzy and empty and full at the same time. I turned my head and looked at her. “I don’t know.” She smiled, but there was something darker in her eyes. “We’ve got a house up north. Private. No festivals. Just people who know how to use girls like you properly. You want the address?” My fingers traced the dried cum on my thigh, right over the words I’d written on myself.

" Sophia was about to explode at his words when a phone call from the assistant came in, bringing news that shocked everyone even more. "Mr. Hudson, we've found information about Ms. Jackman's mother." "Where is she?" Gregory demanded, feeling a creeping sense of dread that he couldn't shake. "She passed away not long ago," the assistant replied. "Please accept my condolences." "What?" Gregory felt a wave of dizziness, as if someone had struck him squarely in the head. He couldn't believe his ears. "Say that again. I need you to repeat that." "I checked thoroughly. Ms. Jackman's mother has indeed passed away. Her ashes are kept in a memorial hall outside the city."

My aura was a localised EMP, the locks short-circuited and the gates groaned as I walked through them like a ghost through a graveyard. Noah’s house was a monstrosity of steel and transparency, a monument to a man who had everything and understood nothing. I didn't knock. I didn't have to. I let my temper flare, a pulse of pure, unadulterated pressure that didn't just open the massive glass pivot-door, it shattered it. The sound was glorious, the crystalline chime of a thousand shards raining down onto the designer marble. Inside, the climate-controlled air was instantly sucked out, replaced by the biting, metallic scent of a mountain storm I had brought with me. I stepped over the debris, m

He try to type codes to understand what happen, until the error becomes disastrous, giving the hint of what happen outside, to the world. Dots of red and grey is the indication of people who become a hunter and the one who will going to hunt, the Player! Meanwhile, those who confuse turned into something undetermined, far from the knowledge of the world. Meanwhile, in the open window shown a deep shaken Rojan. The door suddenly burst open and he almost by some debris. It literally destroyed by the one who appear in the door after dust disappear. It was Mauricio! His eyes glare with sinister like an ink that ready to put an end of the emptiness of one's sheets.

causing them to scatter in fear. Lurti scowls and spits at their direction, he mutters something about picking a fight with them but the door of Buck’s Piss swings open and out comes the other Legionnaires with some women in tow in their arms. Varkii, comes out too but being loyal and committed he only had a large leg of ham and a bottle of rum in his hand. “Well it’s a damn miracle. Varkii has just left a tavern sober.” Lurti says sarcastically as he gets up. I give out a small chuckle, pick myself up too and help Lurti walk Varkii back to camp. As I arrive at the city gates I look behind me at the last factory in view. The factory children start walking out of the gates. I see the soot had

Of course, there were no traces of me left for him to find. He blew up my phone and bombarded me with texts, but I had blocked him ages ago. He tore the divorce papers to shreds, ignoring all of Rachel’s calls. “I don’t care where you’re hiding, Nina! I’ll find you again!” Meanwhile, I reached a place where the sun always shone. I basked in the sunlight, took in the ocean breeze, walking freely amidst the crowd. After a few days’ rest, I found a local hospital and did a full-body checkup. As I thought, my uterus was gone.

It was their professionalism that allowed them to swiftly recompose themselves and hand over a sealed bag. "This is Ms. Noe's phone. It was recovered near the crash site a few days ago and handed over to us. We're returning it to you," one of the officers said. Henley took the phone and returned to the living room. The screen was shattered, but the phone still worked. After plugging it in to charge, it powered on. He scrolled through its contents, desperate for a final message from her, some clue about her thoughts in her final days. But there was nothing. No words for him.

Morgan copied the grown-ups and said with sarcasm, "She's finally figured it out and knows to buy what I like. It must be the limited-edition race car model I have wanted forever!" He ran and tore the present's wrappings open. However, there was no race car model. Instead, there was a massive photograph inside. It was the photo of Samuel, Rachel, and Morgan under the snowy peaks of Wintercrown, with a card sitting beside it with one line. "Congratulations on getting a new mom, Morgan."

Felix showed himself at a new project, and Lauren was standing right behind him. That reminded me of her promise yesterday, and I laughed at myself. I wondered whether she would still break her word if she knew she only had 12 hours left with me. Maybe she would. Maybe she would not. The answer did not matter. I spent a few hours cleaning up the house. There wasn't much I could call my own here. The house was practically empty. I was only nostalgic about the place because we got married here. I called my partner. Even though I told them about my departure, I still had to say goodbye. Then, I called my attorney. "The papers were notarized a month ago. I trust there's no more paperwork I have