The Spectacular Now Ending Novels & Stories

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."

The ninth time Julian Hale chose Vivian Cross over me, I held a knife to Vivian's throat and made her beg for forgiveness in the middle of a crowded downtown plaza. I thought that would finally be enough to end the affair. Instead, Julian made me pay for hurting her. He went after my father's company and destroyed it, leaving my family broke and buried in debt to loan sharks. In the end, my father, Martin Ellison, couldn't take it anymore. He swallowed an entire bottle of pills beside my mother, Diane Ellison. The shock was too much for her heart, and she died soon after. I lost both my parents in a single day. The day after the funerals, the doctor gave me more bad news. I had late-stage st

Elena reached toward her future son. “I love you.” He looked at her. And for the first time in thirty-seven years, the trapped Lucas cried. “I know, Mom.” The door closed. Gone. Elena stood motionless. Lucas slipped his hand into hers. Lily took the other. Adrian wrapped his arms around all three. Subject One looked away. Charles checked the sky. The convergence countdown had stopped. STRUCTURAL COLLAPSE: SUSPENDED Jonathan laughed. “We did it.” The barefoot creator stared upward.

Maybe he was even hiding something big. A dark hunch crept into Wynnie's thoughts, and the warmth in her eyes cooled when she looked at Jeff. What if Jeff had never died? What had he been doing all those years? Her heart pounding, Wynnie bolted from the villa, searching for that once-familiar silhouette. The sky, as if on cue, began to weep fine snowflakes, mourning the absurdity of their tale. "Wynnie, I shouldn't have said that. It's starting to snow. Let's head back and talk to my parents about setting up another marriage deal," Jeff said, his smile trying to bridge the gap as he reached for her shoulder.

"Fine! You're dead set on this divorce? Then fine! I'll sign the papers right now! Don't you dare regret this, Grace!" I paused, finally reacting. "If you're signing, let's go to the courthouse this afternoon." ... By that evening, the divorce was finalized. Harry, still fuming, stormed off with Sally in tow. I didn't bother with goodbyes, I just felt relieved that it was over. As I stood outside the courthouse, I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone to call a number I hadn't dialed in three years. The phone barely rang before a stern, surprised voice answered.

And my darling daughter, Alice—her future would be limitless. The End

"Sir, Ms. Spencer developed severe renal failure after donating her kidney. She’s been secretly undergoing treatment all these years, but ten days ago, her condition worsened. She passed away." "What?" William froze. He couldn't believe it. He refused to believe it. From the corner of his eye, he saw the shattered urn he had so ruthlessly smashed. Mike had told him to see Whitney one last time. He had warned that William would regret breaking it. A terrible realization struck him. William scrambled forward, desperately trying to scoop up the scattered ashes. His hands were cut open by the shards of porcelain, but he didn’t seem to notice. Just as he gathered the fine ashes in his hands, they

sharp and final: "Prep for extraction... we’re ending this—for good."

the voice rumbles “now please, sit down and take a deep breath, I beg of you” “Right in front of me? What? NO, now animals talk? This is not a Disney rendition and I am not fck’n snow-white ok? Quit toying with me and show yourself!” There’s a deep disapproving rumble coming from the dog, and suddenly it’s whole body begins to contort, patches of fur seem to just disappear leaving behind a pale white skin covered in scars, bones snap and twist, it’s snout retracts and the shape of its eyes change, paws morph into hands and in that moment, I am a hundred percent certain I have gone absolutely bonkers.

I watched Joram Nileous, the one we called Pal’lacon, or Old Spartan rush headlong at the nearest machine man as he plunged his musket’s bayonet under the gap in the armor, I heard the ring of the musket shot and then a flash of light, the rather expected but completely necessary warnings to take cover and then a period of momentary silence. When the automaton that Pal’lacon had struck detonated, its destruction was powerful enough to damage the other automatons accompanying it, setting of a wild explosion that had easily killed off any barbarians within its distance. As I knelt down on all fours and begin releasing the grief of watching another friend die, I could hear the cheers of the men