Novel & Cerita Which Book Comes First It Ends With Us

The End of Book Two Coming soon, Mary's brother, Dave and Lea's Story

Turning to face him, I could see the anger and hurt in his eyes. ”I was thinking of Michael, pretending your touch was his, you make me sick you no longer mean anything to me, so just know whatever you do to me it's his face I see, his touch I feel.” Lucifer took three steps back, ”The games end tonight, you see me letting you do those things to me allowed me to return the favor. Now there are no secrets between us Luci.” I moved past him and started pushing his conscious out of mine. ”Little Goddess, this will be the last time I show you mercy…” ”Goodbye, Luci.” and with that, I pushed him completely out of my head. I put my guard back up to keep him or anyone who's not one of my beloved gu

But the next day, he was found dead in his living room. He had finally given up. He left behind a letter and ended his life with the same dangerous combination that nearly killed me—cephalexin and alcohol. When I returned home, the police gave me the envelope. Inside it was a brief note filled with apologies and well wishes. "I'm sorry, Grace. I was wrong. I hope you find happiness. Congratulations on your marriage. If there's a next life, I hope I'll be the one to chase after you." But if there was indeed a next life, I never wanted to meet him again.

I paused for a brief moment before replying in a calm and peaceful manner, "Yeah, I won't be returning to the country. Please stop calling me, Zeke." I hung up the phone. I had basically severed all ties with him. I stared at the skyscrapers outside. From this point onward, Zeke Jones and I had nothing to do with each other. We would never cross paths ever again.

It had only just begun. THE END.

Naomi and Wayne stood at the center, each holding a child, looking every bit the picture of a perfect family of four. I stood silently in the crowd, watching that scene. Taking a bite of matcha cake, the sweetness on my tongue turned bitter. Without sparing them another glance, I walked out of the hotel. Sliding into the car Wayne had once given me with matching license plates, the cold voice of the system filled my head, and dizziness overtook me. "Host, your departure time has arrived. Countdown: three, two, one…" I closed my eyes. From that moment on, Arden Sharpe no longer existed in this world.

Just resignation. We stood there in the alley, the evening bleeding into darkness, while the future rearranged itself. My mind spun through the dominoes: two families, two armies, each with a hair-trigger, both convinced the other had fired the first shot. The outcome was so obvious it almost felt preordained. But then Alexander spoke again, the words so quiet I almost missed them: "We need to disappear for a few hours." I blinked. “Disappear?” “Yes.” “From both families?”

It is not where the family ends. That continues in the archive soon to reach the world, in Adrian's account still being written, in Iris's first steps toward a window that has always opened from the inside, in whatever finds its way to this gate next, in whoever still needs, somewhere out there, a place that holds. The door stays open. Always. THE END Marked by the Moon, Crowned by Vengeance / Biker's Temptation: Claimed by the Ruthless Mafia King: Book One Book Two begins where every door, eventually, leads: outward, into whatever comes next.

I had finally changed my fate completely in this life. As I walked out of the bureau, sunlight poured over me. It was warm and gentle. Wynnie followed behind me numbly. Just as I was about to get into a taxi, she suddenly called out, “Miles, do we still have a chance to start over?” I did not even turn around. I only replied in a cold voice, “I’m not someone who stoops to that level, so don’t humiliate yourself in front of me. From now on, we’re strangers.”

In that perfect moment, surrounded by the love of our friends and family, I knew that my past was truly behind me. From today onwards , it's the beginning of a new chapter – a chapter filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities. I looked into Salvatore's eyes, as he spoke, "I love you Emilia." "I love you too Salvatore." I replied and then we both kissed again. THE END