Zhi End Novels & Stories

he asked him for his reward. "20367897, East bank." He exhales and closed his eyes. All of his hard work and days as a villain will be ended today. "Tick-tock! Tick-tock! Your clock is running out. If you don't make a decision in 20 seconds, I will randomly shoot one of them." Suddenly Zhi Long's eyes caught a glimpse of a man in hiding behind the haystack not far from their spot. Seeing the man signal, he nodded and looked at Rong Yuan's face.

"Don't cry, sweetheart. I'll eat with you. Let's go." "Don Calderone and Ms. Bianchi are a match made in heaven. The Calderone family finally has an heir! What wonderful news!" "Of course. They're a perfect match. The family will only grow stronger from here." The compliments kept coming, one after another, and every word hit harder than the last. I tightened my hold on Niccolo's hand, wanting only to leave that suffocating place and not hear another word about their perfect union.

Zander pulled me close in our bedroom, hands gentle on my belly. “This is our forever,” he whispered. I kissed him one last time as the moon rose high outside our window. The ride was over. But our story, our beautiful, hard-won, unbreakable story, was only just beginning. The End.

Even the moonlight orchid she had tended for three years on the windowsill had withered into dry straw. He stood frozen. She had left cleanly, like a meticulously planned retreat. Then his gaze fell on the stone table where a letter lay. Only a few words were written on it. "We will have no more ties from now on." A roar filled his ears. He collapsed to the ground, gripping the letter tightly. His claws pierced into his own palm. Blood streamed down, yet he felt no pain. No more ties? Why? They were supposed to form their Mate Bond today before the entire pack. Had she not longed for this day?

________________________________________________________________________________ It's a short one but It will get longer later. Please do me a favor and click the star if you hate Elizabeth now and want to kill her. It is coming to the end soon. ***** Much love from me Little munchkins

I paid them no mind and focused entirely on the auction. The moment the sculpture came up, my eyes lit up. I raised my paddle immediately as soon as the auctioneer began the bidding. "Five million, once. Five million, twice. Five million, three times. Very well. Now, let us congratulate—" Before he could finish, Selena suddenly raised her paddle. "Ten million dollars!" I spun toward her in disbelief. She tilted her chin at me, a taunting look in her eyes. I knew she didn't care about the sculpture—she just wanted to piss me off.

The seething fury which overwhelmed him just a moment ago had dissipated to nowhere. Hu Zhi Ming relaxed his sitting stance. He slowly and cautiously placed his palm over Feng Zheng's curled toes. Hu Zhi Ming felt a twinge of pain in his heart when Feng Zheng's flinched due to his slight caress. However, he didn't put away his hand. Instead, he kneaded the white and delicate toes one by one, massaging them with utmost care and concentration.

I hoped to leave our story with the last bit of grace. However, he did not even give me that chance, so I did not want that dignity anymore. Besides, what dignity was there in a relationship already broken beyond repair, soaked in betrayal and lies? It was just my own self-deception. Zach stared at me, desperately searching my eyes for even the slightest emotion. Yet there was nothing left there he recognized. There was no love, no anger, no sadness, not even hatred. His hand dropped abruptly. The ring fell to the ground, and he did not even notice.

As his last words echoed, his body erupted in a brilliant purple-gold light, and with a resounding blast, he self-destructed. “Zoltan!” Zenda screamed in anguish, collapsing to the ground with a heavy thud. Witnessing Zoltan’s tragic end, Thea remained detached from the grief. She stepped forward but ignored Zenda. Her focus shifted, and she extended her hand to unleash a purple-red light beam toward the swirling black-and-white mass before her.

While Damien was out, I went to a small store on the outskirts of town and purchased two large bags of charcoal. The shopkeeper, a kindly old man, reminded me, "Miss, remember to open the windows for ventilation if you're using charcoal to keep warm." I smiled faintly and said nothing. Once Ricky's funeral was over, I planned to end my life by burning charcoal and leave this world for good. Just as I hid the bags of charcoal under the bed, I blacked out. When I came to, all I saw was the stark white ceiling of a hospital room. Damien sat at my bedside, gripping my hand tightly. His eyes were filled with despair and sorrow.