The No End House Novels & Stories

The chalk lines deepened. Become a real wood. A door handle appeared. Old. Brass. And on the ground under the door water flowed in. Not black sea this time. Red water. Blood. My heart. It saw over my naked feet. Noah spoke outside. “You didn’t choose me. You took the other one. But I'm not have gone.’ Images burned up in my head. A hospital. At night. Not two babies. Three. The third is not shown. A man keeps it.

And behind us, a massive, shadowy figure was reaching out, its finger hovering just inches away from the back of my head. The figure wasn't Julian. It wasn't the Reader. It was a person in a room, holding a device, their thumb poised to scroll. On the glass of the storefront, a new sentence appeared, written in a font I had never seen before; a font that looked like my own handwriting; “The end is just a suggestion”. I didn't scream. I didn't run. I reached out and touched the glass, my finger meeting the reflection of the shadow’s finger. The glass shattered. And then, the screen you are holding went black.

The dark clouds produced some lightning, completing the Dracula vibes of the House of Lamentation. A mailbox and its carved house’s address grabbed Cent’s attention. Street 666, House of Lamentation

When she finally rolls it down, he leans in, his gaze locking onto hers. "You can go in now. I have an emergency, but I'll be back for dinner." Andrea hesitates, and Colton picks up on it. "Are you alright?" he asks. Giving people like him the benefit of the doubt only leads to devastation. She’d be stupid not to tread carefully. "I’m fine," she says. "Good. See you later." With that, Colton opens the car door, watches her step inside with his men, then drives away. The inside of the house is just as breathtaking as the exterior, but what surprises Andrea the most is that it looks lived in. The furniture is undeniably high-end, but something else catches her attention—the house has been soun

Seraphina’s name appeared on the screen. [Aidan, that’s too many perfumes! I don’t think I’ll be able to finish them even by the time I’m 70.] The next second, Seraphina sent a photo. Dozens of perfume bottles were displayed on the floor. Seraphina was sitting next to them. She was wearing a pair of black tights, and it was hard to look away. After I went home, I walked into the bedroom and started to pack my belongings. When Aidan finished showering and opened the closet, he realized that only a few of my clothes were left inside.

The sharp scent of disinfectant stung my senses as I slowly awakened. In the hospital room, only Lucas Kingston lounged on the sofa, lazily holding Vanessa Reed in his arms. Not a single member of the Kingston family was present. When Lucas noticed I had opened my eyes, he asked indifferently, “Awake?” My face remained deathly pale as my gaze drifted to my noticeably flat abdomen. Lucas stayed silent for a moment before letting out an impatient scoff. “So you actually lost it. What a shame—it was already so far along.”

The end is seconds away. Nora’s fingers tighten slightly in mine as she looks around the room. The thin mattress in the corner. The chains bolted into the concrete wall. The photographs scattered across the floor. Women and girls. Each image taken closer than the last. The final photographs all taken here. The understanding reaches her without words. I feel the precise moment the body fails. The man’s chest rises once more. Then it stops. The silence that follows is different from the quiet of the living world. It is absolute.

So, he instinctively replied, "It's fine. I'll handle it myself." Soon, Ethan arrived at the rental apartment. This was his first time seeing where Emilia lived. The building looked like it was on the verge of collapsing, with peeling walls and decay everywhere. As he observed the house's condition, he stiffened briefly before unlocking the door with the key. "Emilia, how long are you…" Before Ethan could finish his words, he was cut off by the scene before him. The place was a mess, but it felt lifeless. At that moment, a sudden panic surged within him. He staggered forward and opened the doors to each room, but Emilia was just nowhere to be seen.

In the end, he bent down and scooped Chloe up into his arms. As he passed by the bodyguards, his voice shook ever so slightly as he ordered, “No matter what, you must get Nora out for me! She hasn’t given Chloe her bone marrow yet. She can’t die!” Outside the hospital emergency room, Elijah and Tyler paced back and forth restlessly. Their phones rang continuously, but they kept cutting the calls. After an agonizingly long wait, several of their men rushed over, completely out of breath. “Mr. York, Mr. Benson… the house… It’s been burned down to nothing but a charred frame. The young miss… Miss Benson, she… All we found is a single, badly burned corpse.”

Flashback On. Second Warning – The House Will Be Auctioned If the Installments Are Not Paid. Liora covered her mouth, her chest tightening. That house was the only safe place she had, the only inheritance from her hard work, and now it was only a matter of months before the bank took it away. “Noah…” As if in answer, the apartment door opened. Noah came in, his suit damp from the rain, his tie loose. The faint smell of alcohol clung to him. He dropped his keys on the table without looking at Liora.