Every Last Word Book Novels & Stories

Dante looked at him — the completion quality, the third time he'd seen it, the specific stillness of someone who has set down the last of four enormous things. "Read me the last sentence," Dante said. Elian read it. Dante heard it standing in the kitchen — the same kitchen, the coffee, the morning coming in through the window the way it always came. "Yes," he said. "That's right." "It's right," Elian said. "The whole series," Dante said. "Four novels. Arriving, staying, becoming, having-been. And the last sentence of the last one is a morning."

he answered. “There's another book. This was the last one she created before she arranged everything in place. But she kept this in a different place. Here. Check,” Dr. Lance said while approaching them with a tiny book. It was red, orange and yellow all mixed-up. Wayne received it and opened it. Each page was plain white with just one word on each. Wayne opened it and read them aloud one by one. “To...learn...more...about... Wayne's...mate...and...how...she...completes...the...puzzle...visit...the...Great...Agate... Library...with...Walter...as...the...password,” it said.

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He placed the book on the table. It was huge and very dusty. “This book has been passed down for several decades, and it’s been left with trusted people who can keep it safe. In this case, my father was the last person to keep the book. It’s called the White Oak book.” He started to open the pages, with different illustrations in languages I have never seen before. “I have gone through this book since I was a child, but I have never been able to finish it since then. History repeats itself, and this book keeps writing everything that happens every day, everything that has to do with the white Oaks.”

I couldnt help but touch the red words as they slowly filled up the page. 'The book of ultimate power and creation.' Read in big bold letters. Along with every single warning of this book. Just because I could never die didnt mean I couldnt become the slave to love that I knew Alexander wanted. I slowly turned the page completly ignoring the warnings and skimmed my finger down the table of contents. My eyes trailed to the end on their own accord. Unfortunately only one section worked on me and that was the very last one. There was no way to kill me, that I knew for a fact but still I turned the pages to the end of the book so I could just skim throught it. The first page had me closing my ey

Amara confirmed. He looked at me. "You'll be here," he said. "Yes," I said. He nodded. He ate. At the school gate he had done the sequence. The backpack. The coat press. He had looked at me. "It's the last chapter," he said. "I know," I said. "The last chapter is the most important reading," he said. "Because it ends the first thing and starts the next thing simultaneously." I looked at him. "Simultaneously," I said.

I wanted to be enraged but I didn't understand how to feel about a book laughing at me. After what seemed like forever, the book stopped and laid back on the table. "'What is the secret word?"' the book said, with traces of laughter in its voice. I didn't have time for the book's games. I had less than 30 hours to train and prepare myself for the challenge. The book wasn't helping matters. I said the next thing that came to my mind. "Alizon. The gem of Alizon." The book kept quiet then flipped its pages open. It stopped at one and words began to appear on them. Once that was done, a mist of glow came out from the book.

I wondered to Youno when he approached me. "Do I look stupid as you?" he asked me a serious question. I shifted my gaze to the envelope he was holding. He placed the envelope on President Snipe's table without taking his eyes off me. "I'm done reviewing those papers, Papa," Youno said seriously while looking at me. "Winchester company is surrounded by traitors, full of corruption, and stupid management," Youno explained without emotion. "What do you mean?" I asked Youno. He threw me the book he was holding.

She stormed into my room. It was tiny. Just a bed, a desk, and a little bookshelf. Mom stood in the middle of it, looking around. Then she went to my desk, opened the drawer, and pulled out my sketchbook. She'd bought it after I got the highest score in my class. Light blue cover. Little white rabbit. I'd filled it with drawings. Besides studying, drawing was the only thing I had. Mom opened the sketchbook, glanced at it, and started ripping.

The candle that was shaped like a 2 on the cake felt like a joke. At the end of his call, as if Jason Smith felt guilty, he added, "I've neglected you lately, so once I'm done with this busy period, shall I take you to see the aurora?" I hung up, and our home went completely silent. Even the air seemed to be mocking my marriage. What a failure all of this was. It was at this time that Jason's assistant sent me a message on WhatsApp, asking in that familiar way what I wanted reimbursed this time and telling me to just name it.