The No End House Novels & Stories

I stared at the stark bank transfer records, shocked. "You embezzled company funds?" "I didn't." Nathan's voice cracked, shrill with panic. A stern voice echoed from the doorway. "We'll see about that!" Joseph stood there with a grim expression, flanked by two police officers. His gaze swept over Nathan and Carrie, then softened on me with concern. "Officers, the evidence is submitted. Handle them accordingly," he said. Nathan's façade crumbled, replaced by panic. He lunged at Carrie, frantically trying to rip the diamond necklace and watch off her, nearly knocking her over.

The underground safe house looked nothing like the dead library above it. Smooth concrete walls reinforced with steel. Soft recessed lighting. A wide living room fitted with a sectional couch, modern kitchen, security screens, disguised weapons storage, and a long matte-black glass table. Alex stared in stunned silence. “You could fit a penthouse under here.” “Noah designed it.” Right on cue, the door at the far end opened. Noah stepped in. And right behind him, Aiden—dramatic as always. “Oh my God,” Aiden said, hands on his hips as he spun slowly. “This place is clinically depressed.”

Hugh had taken a bullet to the heart, and all his lies had finally caught up with him. It all seemed like it was meant to be. This was where it ended. No matter what came next, no matter who came for me, I was still Tasmin Sheargold. [The End.]

After Enda finished speaking, the iron door in front of them slowly opened, as if welcoming Ciara as a guest. "Let's go." After encountering so many things tonight, Ciara was feeling exhausted. So when she saw Enda walk in, she did not hesitate to pick up her backpack and follow him. Wherever Enda went, the lights would turn on accordingly. In no time, the abandoned mansion from earlier was now adorned with magnificent decorations in the middle of the night. Upon entering, Ciara noticed a small fountain in the middle of the mansion. As she walked by it, she saw many silver coins inside, but could not identify their origin.

The End raised one hand. A portal opened. I saw a world filled with beautiful cities. People were smiling. Children were playing. Nobody was sick. Nobody was hungry. Nobody was dying. It looked perfect. Then I noticed something. Nobody was growing older. Nobody changed. Nobody could leave. Everyone was trapped inside the same day. Forever. My daughter looked horrified. They can't die. No. The End answered. They can't live either. I closed the portal. What do you want us to do? The End looked at my daughter.

I loved Cassidy more than anything. Although she had been involved with countless men, and she had even cheated on me with Henry, the fake heir, I still couldn't bring myself to let her go. I worked out, took medication, and did everything I could because I wanted to have a child with her. When the doctor finally told me today that I met the required fertility criteria, I grabbed the test results and rushed straight to her office. "Cassidy, I–" My voice came to an abrupt halt. Cassidy was passionately kissing her new male secretary with her arms wrapped around him. She glanced at me impatiently. "Get out!" I suddenly came to my senses. I could accept having a wife like her, but coul

Flour still flies in the air, drifting through the shafts of sunlight, and somewhere behind me somebody coughs into the sudden quiet. Emma's eyes sweep over the warehouse once, taking in the overturned sacks, the white footprints, and the workers suddenly pretending none of it exists, before finally stopping on a very white-looking Evan. “What,” she asks again, her voice soft and sharp at the same time, “is happening here?” I glance around and find everyone frozen, one man still clutching a handful of flour like he forgot how hands work, another halfway behind a shelf as if six inches of wood will somehow protect him from Emma, while someone else has gone completely pale.

Their house was located at a riverside flat in Silveridge. When they invited me in, I couldn't help but chuckle sadly. The interior design mirrored my own house. To be precise, this place felt warmer and lived-in than mine. In the entryway was a smart shoe cabinet. I came across it online recently and had not even bought it, but they had installed theirs in their house. On the coffee table were scented candles of a niche brand I liked. I saw every single item I wanted in my house in this place.

“Suzanna… help me…” His hand slipped beneath her skirt as he grabbed her without restraint. Suzanna’s face reddened slightly, yet she did not stop him. She turned to me with a calm expression. “Shane, go buy three boxes of condoms for me. I need to help Eric see if he has recovered. There will be plenty more anniversaries later. If you do not buy them, do not think about touching me for the rest of your life.” It felt as if I had fallen into an ice pit.

Then a last sentence: “Nora lives.”