Every Last Word Book Novels & Stories

The chair remained. The book remained. But they felt different now. No longer like sacred artifacts. Just memories. Treasured memories. The kind people keep not because they must. Because they want to. The book slowly closed itself. Not dramatically. Not permanently. Gently. Like the final page of a beloved story. Ama watched it happen. Then something unexpected occurred. The cover changed. The title The Last Choice faded. Silver letters dissolved into light. New words slowly appeared. Arthur noticed first. “The title changed.”

On the third to last day before my planned death, I would face the world’s cruelty one more time. I replied with care. “Yes, Mr. Cardea.” I let out a quiet laugh at myself. People prepared for a rainy day to survive. I prepared for one to die.

The last fragment of hope inside me vanished. I was finally, completely done.

"Give me the match!" Vera and I wrestled on the floor, and she fought like she had completely lost her mind, biting, clawing, and even swinging a nearby chair at my head with all her strength. With a loud bang, I was knocked to the ground, and the match slipped from my hand and fell away. Vera quickly snatched it up and struck it. "I wish for you to rot all over and die a horrible death!" I frowned and said, "In your last life, you already suffered backlash for cursing others to die miserably. Are you really going to do it again this time around?"

"Jessica, do your best out there. Don't make our unit look bad." I saluted him. "I won't let you down, sir!" "Alright, get going." Mr. Hall waved me off, sounding almost annoyed. As I turned away, I caught a glimpse. The veteran who had never cried on the battlefield was quietly wiping his face as he looked to the side. – That night, Samson and Celia came home with a bunch of friends. The house was quiet and dark, and Samson was already getting irritated. When he turned on the light and saw the table covered with food, his mood finally softened.

At some point, I felt the need for affection from a woman. She cleared away all the dishes and went into the kitchen to finish her daily chores, while I left the dining room and started to search the library that my father frequented. I had to admit that there were some very old books, for the Hellfrost family is one of the oldest in existence. I sit for a moment near the bookcase and begin to slowly survey the completely clean place. I smile slightly. I think about my father and how he earned the right to be called that because he was in my childhood what could be considered a rebellious child.

Still, I hope to keep weaving beautiful stories with all the people that I came to love in this world right up to the last page of life. THE END (book 1 of the trilogy)

As a second person, all you just need to do is silence. Again he found the two of them fighting for reasons that he did not understand. Edward put his hands on his hips, stared lazily at Hazel, then his gaze turned to Raymond. The man rushed over to him, followed by Hazel. 'Raymond! Are you alright?' He shook his head, wagging Edward and Hazel's hands that were about to help him up. 'I'm fine. Just need to rest ...' His gaze turned dark before he could finish his words. *** 'Listen, Raymond. 1Q84 is really interesting to read. Try to take your time reading. I can lend it to you if you want.'