Where She Went Ending Novels & Stories

My mind was trapped in the raw agony of her final words. I won't be a weapon in yours. My phone buzzed on the dashboard. I swiped it instantly. "Speak to me, Vance." "I have the cab's coordinates, sir," Vance said, his fingers clicking furiously. "She’s at the municipal cemetery. Section Four. The Woods family private plot." The breath caught sharply in my throat. She had gone to her father. In the middle of the worst betrayal of her life, she had run to the only man whose love had ever been pure and free of strings.

This time she wasn’t letting go. THE END

The woman who had walked through fire and still managed to stand. And now… she had walked away from him. “Where did she go?” he asked in a hoarse whisper. Mark hesitated again. “Sir, I don’t know the exact place. Her people didn’t share details. Just that she boarded a private flight before midnight.” James sat there on the ground, eyes glazed, fingers clawing at the gravel. His heart felt like it had cracked in half, and no amount of scheming or money could put it back together. “She’s really gone…” he murmured.

“Come on, I’d never do that. Look, it’s still fresh. A little bloody, but she won’t mind. Give it to her when she returns.” And that was how it all happened. Now, the people had settled around the shore, huddled around a crackling campfire, their faces glowing with warmth and cheer. If only they knew. If only they realized what was coming. Time to play my role. ***** She had been pacing the camp—watching, searching. Her careful gaze scanned the area as if checking off a list. I needed to end her. Now. She wasn’t the creator we were after. She didn’t matter anymore. She did her part already. She was no longer needed.

From there, she caught the last glimpse of the black car disappearing down the street. She stood still. Her throat moved with a quiet swallow. And then, she turned and walked toward the main sitting room. Her eyes swept the familiar space. Her parents’ home. She’d move out when she started dating Victor because she couldn’t bear to stay here alone. But this… this was where it had all ended. Where she had been murdered. Where she had lost her baby. Where she had been burned to ashes. She stopped in the center of the room, her voice low, almost afraid the walls might remember her.

“She wanted to look all good for you because she wanted you. But she got tired of chasing you and thought she wasn’t beautiful so she went ahead to get some procedures to make herself more attractive to you I leaned in. “Where?” His lips parted, and for a moment, I thought he would hold onto the last piece of information he had. But then, exhaustion won over. “Las Vegas,” he breathed. “Small town… outside the city. She thought she could disappear for a bit then come back.” I smiled. There it was. I stood, nodding to Eric. “Take him back to his cell.” Adrian’s eyes widened in sudden panic. “Wait! No, no- Alex, listen-”

And she was only getting started. **THE END**

He answered Driving out of the academy gates. She looked back at it taking in the sights one last time. Either if she survives this or not, there was a slim possibility of her returning to this place. The place that healed her and gave her so much. The place that let her meet Azeph and so many other wonderful people. “Goodbye,” She whispered and then looked forward. They drove in silence for a few minutes as Elinor wondered what she was going to do. Was she going to go up to check on Azeph? What if he doesn’t want to see her anymore?

Where is she? She must have gone back to her chamber believing she was having her first night with the Duke. "Help me." She cried and collapsed on the ground. ***And the next place she found herself was in the lake*** To be continued…

I couldn't help wondering if the moment she put on those earrings, the child inside her had already died. By the time we finished cleaning the house, it was well past midnight. Mom wrapped up what was left of her and ordered Charlie to bury her behind the hill. The entire house fell into an eerie silence. Mom's eyes glinted with a predatory sharpness as she locked her gaze on me. "From now on, we're in the same boat," she said.