At Last A Life Novels & Stories

Happy Ending Yes, this is the last part of the story. I'll be glad if you shower your love for the last time on this story. Love Mehak

Seeing Abel laugh, seeing our children watch wide-eyed, and feeling the warmth of my family surrounding me, I realized that life had finally given me the peace I had longed for. My past—the pain, the longing—felt distant now. In its place was love, laughter, and the kind of contentment I had only dared to dream of. As I watched Abel with our children, a quiet smile spread across my face. My life, after all the hardships, had ended up exactly as it should have: full, peaceful, and overflowing with the love I had fought so long to earn. The End. Osborne on finding out Aina is pregnant with their first child.

" He doesn't reply, watching me take my last breath. I try not to feel disappointment as black spots fill my vision and my life begins to fade. “ Asger.“ That is the last thing I hear as I breathe my last. ~P-Lia~

She finishes the fourth book in March. Not March of the sixty-sixth year — March of the sixty-seventh. Two years and one month from the first entry. One hundred and four entries, shaped into four movements, the final movement written in the last six weeks, with the quality of something that has been building for a very long time and is now simply arriving. The book is called The First Life: What the Practice Earned and What the Practice Cost.

The struggles and sorrows of that other life were finally sealed away—gently, tenderly, by the hands of time. -THE END-

All I can say now is goodbye to life. Before I lost consciousness all together , only one last thought blazed through my heart. I wish I never met Axel….

Only a Moonblood could wield that kind of power. The books I'd gotten from my shelves whispered to me, their pages burned with silver ink. "The Last Daughter shall rise," they said. "Born of lost blood, mated to three as one." Aisla was the final thread in a tapestry that had been woven for generations. I had prayed never to see it in my lifetime. And yet, here she is.

Even though Arnold can't beat me. 'Arnold? So, you—' The woman laughed. The woman's eyes bulged, looking pleased with the change in Raymond's expression. 'Precisely. I killed him. Do you know what his last wish was?' 'I don't want to hear,' Raymond approached the woman, preparing to fire the bullet back at the woman. 'Don't touch Raymond Cooper,' the woman laughed again. 'But you innocently took your own death! I feel sorry for Arnold. His struggle was in vain—'

After all, a man only lived once and they would be gone if the Grim Reaper came for them. Zayn continued to speak, “I hope that you won’t parade your superiority when you’re confronted by an opponent that you can defeat. Surrender when you should surrender. Where there is life, there is hope. Being alive is the most important thing of all.” No one breathed a word as they were staring at Zayn.

Alraic looked at me with a stern gaze and replied in a serious tone, “you are the last of your kind, Onyx! The black werewolves were extinct twenty years ago but now you showed up.” “What?” I looked perplexed. “You are kidding, right?” “No, son! Why would I? When I saw you shifting, I realised that you are no ordinary wolf but a Black Wolf. Do you want to know more about history?” he offered. I was dumbfounded to find out that I was the only one left of my kind. “is life a joke for me? First, i was adopted, then i was shifted into a wolf and now i am the only one of my kind left in this world!” I slammed my fist into the wall in frustration.