Every Last Word Book Novels & Stories

"It doesn't matter. All that matters is us being beside each other every day and every moment" "I promise baby, I promise you. I love you baby" "I love you too D, always" Our story hasn't ended it has just begun but every step will be taken one at a time. Our story is till eternity Author's brief note: At 50 chapters and 70k+ words, we've finally come to the end of this book. I'm super grateful for everyone who has been on this journey with me from the first chapter in December to this last one. Through the last five chapters, I've cried, laughed, and yelled, and also, writing the last word has been a euphoric feeling. The blessings I've received through this book have been numerous, it took

He lowered his head and said softly, "Daddy, I can't wake Mommy up. Can you give me your quill?" Casper's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously asked. "What do you mean you can't wake her up? Didn't your mother only donate 400cc worth of blood..." "Casper!" Sydney suddenly cut him off. Casper turned his head, a look of shock on his face. "What is it?" Sydney stiffened and awkwardly changed the subject as she felt Casper's inquisitive look. "Today is New Year's Eve. If Adam gets home late, Winnie will get worried. All he wants is a quill, right? You should hurry and give it to him. Let's not disturb their New Year's celebration."

At my wife's birthday party, my daughter and son accidentally knocked over a bowl of soup and splashed it on their uncle. My wife grabbed his completely unharmed hand and tore into both children. But that still wasn't enough for her, so she locked the two of them inside the sauna. I called and begged her, again and again, to spare our kids. Her voice was ice cold. "Stop bothering me! This is your fault for raising them so badly! "Since they burned someone, they can sit in there and think hard about what they did!" The thermometer kept climbing. Blisters had already risen on my children's skin, and they wailed without stopping. I begged her to forgive them like a man gone mad. "They're

This is the woman. She had been writing it for three mornings. On the fourth morning she wrote the last sentence, and the last sentence arrived with the particular clarity of last sentences that know what they are — sentences that could not be followed by anything because they had said the thing completely and anything after them would only be addition rather than continuation. She read it. She sat with it. She saved the document. Closed the laptop.

I found that refreshing. She almost smiled. Almost. I am busy, she typed. Everyone is busy. Dinner. Tomorrow. 8 PM. She stared at the screen for a long moment. The sun was setting outside her window, casting long shadows across her desk. The office was empty. Everyone else had gone home. I do not even know your last name, she typed. Fenris is enough for now. That is not an answer. It is the only one you are getting. Send the address.

Then he opened the first book and turned it so the spine would stay flat, “We’ll go slow. You don’t need to know every word. You only need the ones that matter.” My wolf lifted her head, alert. “Finally. Let him tell us the part that nobody wants to talk about.” Nolan’s finger slid along a heading, steady, unhurried. “Wolves of Silver Aspect.” My stomach clenched even though I knew it was coming. “Read,” I said, my voice small. I hated that it sounded like that. He pretended not to hear the wobble.

I open the folded letter. Dear Rebecca, You did so amazing today, it’s normal to be exhausted after the intensity of your session. Please enjoy your pampering, you’re a queen who Sam should have cherished. Take your power back and find self love for the beautiful woman you are. Light your spark again! ~ Henry

It'll just be us two today, but we'll take one every year when we have children! My voice was cold. "There won't be any children." Steven panicked. "What? No!" I curved my lips. "Remember how you promised you'd come with me for the last day of my grandmother's mourning period?" Steven froze, but I continued, "I lost my baby that day." I pushed past him and walked aside, leaving him outside the door, lost. "I'm sorry…"

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I

Mercedes asked, looking at Alexa. “ Does this mean that the legacy of the White Wolves is no more? I was the last of them, and now I am no longer.” Alexa had thought that as well, but that was not the case. “ No. The legacy of the white wolves will live on. Your heroic tale of saving the realms from a demon will forever be told. And you were the last White wolf, but that's not the case anymore.” Mercedes and Felix exchanged confused glances. They didn't understand what Alexa was talking about. Alexa didn't know if it was a good thing or not, but a white wolf still remained.