Romans & histoires What Would You Do If The World Was Ending

I look at him, masking how disgusted I truly feel, and smile a little. I sigh as the door finally shuts and he leaves. Thank God. I need some good soap or handwash, and I hope I don't get rabies. Maybe bleach. Yeah, definitely bleach. Once I am sure he's gone, I change quickly into my gym clothes and open the window.

I ran forward and hugged him, smearing tears and snot all over his custom suit. "Honey! You're just too good to me! When the world turns into a glacier, I definitely won't let you freeze or starve! I'll make sure you live as freely and comfortably as you do now!" Hayden's body stiffened, and he patted my back. "Alright, I'll thank you in advance." There was only one week left before the world ended in ice, like my twins' had warned.

he remarked, tapping his fingers before glancing back at me. This time, he leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. "You know what they say when an apocalypse happens. Who's going to populate the world? It seems like it's just you and me." My heart stopped beating for a moment when I heard his stupid comment.

We have hours, not days. Maya looked at Daniel, at the chaos around them, at people who hadn't prepared now facing death. "We need to get everyone to the shelter," she said. "Everyone we can. Now." They ran through freezing streets as the world ended twelve days ahead of schedule. And Maya realized that all her warnings, all her arrests, all her sacrifice— Had it been enough? Or were they all going to die anyway?

It was the look of a man who was utterly bored with the mundane struggles of the city and had just been promised a playground of pure, unadulterated chaos. ​"The end of the world..." Lucien repeated, the words rolling off his tongue like a delicious threat. He leaned so far across the table that I could smell the lingering smoke of his cigar. "There's going to be a lot of people dying, right? Tell me, sweetheart, what are we getting? Earthquakes? Tsunamis? Tornadoes?" ​I stared at him, my hand freezing in mid-air. I couldn't comprehend their reaction. Five years of surviving that living hell had left me scarred, hardened, and desperate to avoid repeating the nightmare.

As the space fireworks drew to a close, the entire world was in turmoil, no, pandemonium! People openly wept, afraid of the end of the world, and some cheered because it gave them the opportunity to unleash their inner demons; after all, nothing held them back anymore. Many took up arms to fight against Walter Roberts to the bitter end for the sake of their country and home. Others chose suicide rather than waiting for the end of the world to arrive...

If I were to give into all of this now, then not only would those who depend on us be doomed, but the very world as we know it. ‘If we give in, then everything ends!’ I insist. ‘Let it end.’ Hana murmurs, too lost to decipher right from wrong. ‘Who cares if the world comes to an end? What did that world ever do for us except leave us to suffer and hurt while others lived happily?

What should I do? I could protect this world, keep the doors sealed and all but doom the Fae. Or I could smash the doors wide open and let the Fae pour out into the world. The magical creatures alone would decimate human's and werewolves alike. I would save the Fae, but eradicate the world as I knew it.