Every Last Word Book Novels & Stories

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.

You made it something that breathed. To every reader who shared this story with someone else — thank you. The greatest compliment you can pay a story is deciding someone you love should read it. To every reader who came back after a hard day and sat with Helena for a chapter or two — I hope she gave you something. I hope the ordinary evening and the rosemary jars and the ring in the morning light reminded you that the quiet things are worth fighting for. The last word of this novel belongs to Helena. But this word belongs to you.

The love that is. The being that is. The wordless that is. The silent that is. The understanding that is. The peace that is. Only this. The book closes. Without closing. The reader awakens. Without awakening. The story ends. Without ending. The light remains. Without remaining. The love remains. Without remaining. The being remains. Without remaining. Only this. The light that is. This is the final silence. This is the final word. This is the final light. This is.

"Jasmine is dead!" She pointed to the scattered pieces of paper on the floor. With a mocking glance at him, she added, "You really don't want to read that? Those are the last words she left behind for you." William's eyes followed her finger, and his breath caught in his throat as he saw the torn fragments of the letter. The wind blew them around, and through the scraps, he could still make out faint traces of writing. He took a step back, his legs shaking. "No... this can't be real…" he muttered. "She's the woman who outlasted storms—how the hell does a force like that just... vanish?"

I had known this for a long time. My eyelids felt so heavy. I was ready to go. I was so tired. Selena was crying loudly, but I couldn't comfort her anymore. On April 20th, I closed my eyes for the last time and slipped away.

I'm the only person she trusts not to read her diary so she made me keep it because she fears her brother Jax finds out about her secrets. "Diary huh, never thought someone still writing on diaries in this generation" and they laughed. "Jade please, give that back to me" I requested almost begging. "Aw, let me read a page first," she said and they all cheered. "Let's have a random page, uhm..." Valerie grinned and acted as if thinking. "Open it on the 6th page!" She squealed. "No, please! Just give it back!" I panicked and tried to snatch the book but Enzo quickly held my hand and smirked before letting me go as he walked towards Jade's.

His following words broke me, the things I've read in books coming to play right in front of me, "What happened last night?"

Thanks My final appreciation goes to the following set of persons. I want to sincerely appreciate my sweet mother Mrs Caroline for giving me all the time to concentrate and put the just concluded story together, Mum you are the best. I love you. I will never hesitate to thank my dad Dr. Dan Umoh and my siblings you guys gave me an enabling environment that helped me in completing the just concluded story "The Last Confessor". Thanks to you all. I want to also use this opportunity to appreciate my typist Gift I really appreciate you for your speed typing close to 2000 words dailly for me you have really helped me in putting my stories together, Gift I can't thank you enough, sincerely yo

The girl didn't even catch a breath between sentences, and by the end of her speech, she was sucking in air as if she just ran a marathon. “Calm down, beautiful” He flashed that million-dollar smile. He knew it was unfair to charm up the girl, but she clearly had the information he needed and that was just the easiest way to get it. If her widened eyes and crimson blush were any indication, the girl was ready to talk. “Now, tell me about your plans to meet her” ***** Author's Note: Thank you for reading my book! If you liked it, please be sure to leave a review. If you want to know more about my books, follow me on facebook at @PixieAuriBooks

Greetings my lovely authors, This is the continuation of the book 'THE LAST ALPHA' which will be updated with the sequel 'THE LAST ALPHA : WAR OF FANGS'. I hope you will support my story just like the prequel. Thank you Zia Prologue The burnt orange sun was set below the horizon, and it’s the shadows that casted upon the town of human beings. The clustered clouds were scattered to the end of the sky, where the sun was burning with its last light. Twinkling stars which were supposed to fill the night, were scared to show up in the dusk.