All Might Last Name Novels & Stories

Her next words hit me like a wrecking ball. "Since you’re dying anyway, why not do something good for your brother? Your kidneys still work now. Once you're dead, wouldn’t they go to waste? Who knows where the doctors will send your organs to? Why let some stranger benefit from them?" I hurled my phone across the ward, shattering it. Then, I laughed and cried. I completely broke apart. I had always thought I would go peacefully, slipping away in my sleep. But no—my dear mother just had to get in one last fatal blow before I left.

With my shaking hand, I managed to unlock the door and we both walked in. He looks around. "Nice place you've got, no stupid roommate of yours" My heart is beating fast, I'm going to die. "You know, I find it hot that you tried to rub. You don't look it but you have fire in you. I like that". I don't say anything. "Oh sorry I was being rude. I'm Smoke. Apologies for the other night, I was tempted. May I know your name?" Should I tell him my real name? Is he testing me to see if I would lie? I mean he found me all the way here so he definitely knows my name

From getting ghosted at first to hitting a dead end with a powered-down phone, he got zilch. He figured maybe I just needed some air. However, me, late or ducking out early? Not once in all my years. Once he wrapped up his paperwork, he could not shake the feeling and buzzed the secretarial squad. "Mr. Jones, what's up?" "Where's Melissa?" Walter took a swig of his desk coffee. The colleague blinked, then came out with it. "Ms. Long? She checked out for good—handed in her notice yesterday."

They were not getting rid of me. They had not come home late to force me to leave. They had gone from store to store just to find me an identical doll. They had bought strawberry cake and a moon clip. They had even planned how to apologize. They still loved me. But it was too late.

I asked, staring at him. “We are rich, love.” He replied. “We?” “Yeah. It’s Wayne Industries and last I checked, your last name is still Wayne.” Enzo said, looking directly into my eyes. I stayed quiet because I wasn’t sure how to respond, or maybe I was just shocked. The flight attendant, because of course there was a flight attendant, offered us champagne. "It's 3 PM," I said. "It's 5 o'clock somewhere," Enzo said, accepting a glass.

He still looks like a student. "Ah, he's name's Julius. He told us that he always delivers whatever the elders need. He's also close to Santi. Debbie bought new plates, glasses, and other utensils so he delivered them here, and decided to help us as well. He knows Chloe too, so that's why." She explained.

“Damn girl he made an impression on you.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Anyway, who was he?” Marc leaned back against the counter taking his time before answering. “That my dear BBF was Cole Sanders.” “Who’s Cole Sanders?” Jenny asked still feeling a bit flustered. “Mr Sanders’ son.” He grinned knowingly at Jenny who’s mouth was wide open.

my mouth opened agape. Nine years, nine fucking years, there was only one woman back then in his life and the math is fucking easy to do, it was ‘Aurora Sinclair’. They played him in the worst possible way, and he didn’t even see it coming. God! I was so wrong about these people, they are the worst kind of monsters.

I wasn't as exceptional, but I had earned a decent reputation at the broadcasting station. Pretty much everyone assumed we were meant to be. No one realized the one he really cared about was the girl who had gone back to her hometown—his childhood sweetheart and the housekeeper's daughter, Celia Smith. "Don't go quiet on us. Is there some kind of misunderstanding? Don't do anything rash. I really think Sam cares about you…" Mr. Jameson babbled. "Alright, that's enough. Go somewhere else, would you?" Mr. Hall cut Mr. Jameson off before he could finish.

While getting Henry ready for his playdate with Alison, my phone rang. I had texted her last night about Patrick coming over.