Henry Oliver Alternate Ending

In the book “Zoot Suit” by Luis Valdez, he did not include a real ending for Henry. He split the the end into three different stories based upon the characters and their relationship with Henry. Doing so order to make the readers interpret the story and decide on an ending based off the character’s beliefs but as well as theirs of Henry Leyvas, three of which strayed from Henry’s real end to his life.

“Um, hello.” A voice said. Edward looked up from his sandwich. He must had been too busy to notice Lexi Crooke had walked up to him. She seemed, lonely.

Richard, as best he could, articulated the details of the planned meeting in a direct, businesslike manner, as that allowed him to focus on concrete actions. He needed to maintain a calm demeanour more for his sake than Lexi's, fearful that revealing his innermost concerns and mental turmoil could induce the Heiress to respond in the same vein, and he was uncertain if he could deal with the emotional fallout, which could be potentially much more intense than his own. For, despite what he'd endured, it paled in comparison to Lexi, who'd constantly been the one victimised and forced to face the threat of imminent consequence, whilst he'd remained free to decide the next move on his own terms.

He turned back to the medicine cats’ den. I wonder what Sageflower’s taught our daughter so far? He scrambled to his paws, stretched stiffness from his limbs, and jumped down neatly into the clearing below.

Jaylee sprinted up the stairs to her bedroom. She closed the door and stood there, waiting. The door slowly creaked open, and her heart was hammering against her chest like a zoo animal trapped in a cage.

The two women made their way onto his house and Aria scaled the wall and made her way onto the balcony. She froze hearing a conversation and she quietly made her way to the door and she

Later in the day, Miss Kitty came around and acted as if nothing happened when we first met. She asked, “What kind of cat are you? You are so different from any I have seen. Hold still a minute and let me get a closer look. I have never seen a cat with markings like yours, and your smooth silky coat is so unusual. In the sunlight, it glitters.”

As he padded into the den, he accidentally stepped on his mate’s tail. The grey she-cat, clearly startled, stared at the

Oliver Queen wasn’t the most frightening nor appalling, but there was something intimidating about the way he carried himself; from his inscrutable features to his unflinching gaze. It was the opposite of his usual self, a contrasting version of his carefree playboy façade. Yet unexpectedly, the woman seemed neither daunted nor abashed by his sudden approach. He stopped abruptly before her, his head tilted curiously, his gaze unwavering.

Slamming the door open, Belle searched the room before her tear filled eyes landed on the closed bathroom door. Quickly walking over, she noticed something a wet shade of red slowly spreading across the floor outside of the door. Reaching out to twist the doorknob with a shaky hand, she realized the door was locked. After frantically searching for the key, she finally found it on top of a pile of books. When she attempted to open the door, there was

All Natalie could see was the endless forest of tall redwood trees in every direction. The sun glistened just over the horizon, turning the sky the dark orange color of sunset. Feeling overwhelmingly alone, she looked down at her light brown tabby cat, Merlin. He was fairly small, with paws the size of quarters and a height of about nine inches, and Natalie loved him more than anything in the world. He was always there when she felt scared or alone, and Natalie knew she could trust him to be just as intelligent as she could ever be. She stroked his short, soft fur at the neck, where a spot of white formed the distinct shape of a crescent moon. It was a simple action, a nervous tic of hers. Merlin’s green eyes met her own brown ones, and a

“What would you like, Kitten?” Will pushed his head into Jordan’s hand hoping he would stroke his hair while he thought of what he wanted. He could feel the quiet chuckles from his master when he leaned against him. The warm hand began to brush through the soft strands of hair. Will tilted his head to the side. “Kitten.”

He became the somnolent cat-like creature I met in the alleyway behind Marie’s cottage. The corners of his lip curled indolently and beneath the wave of brown hair that draped his brow, his eyes became catlike and dreamy as he watched me across the table. He licked his lips, his pink tongue passing through my vaginal lips as he did. I slipped lower in the chair and spread my knees apart, tempting him, challenging him yet again but in a different way. I wanted him to be angry and frustrated when he came to my bed later that

Mold ran along the edges of the old wooden staircase, spiderwebs in the corners and old nails sticking through the low hanging ceiling. The same old shelf, with the same broken toys, not two feet ahead. A light bulb hanging from an old string close enough to touch swinging back and forth nearly touching the sides of the tiny closet. A few odds and ends lay scattered across the floor.

Delicate tingles danced up my arms, as I froze like a nervous cat, ears up, ready and alert. I rehearsed the carefully planned sequence of events in my head. A suspicious and unfamiliar sound from the living room would be my