Every Last Word Book の小説・ストーリー

“I love you.” “I love you.” End of Book Eleven

I took the piece of paper from him and nodded, "Yes, sir." Ezekiel dismissed us, and we left his office, relieved that it was over. Later in the afternoon, Aiden, Penelope, and I sat down together at one table during lunchtime, I couldn't help but notice the excitement in Penelope's eyes as she held a worn-out book in her hands. "What's that book you've got there?" Aiden asked, looking over at her. "It's the last known book of witches," Penelope said, beaming with joy.

I need the distraction so I clear my throat and begin. “The buh… bee… beast sttt aa… ree… The beast stared into the eyes of his Goddess and cloooo … seeee duhh… closed his eyes … for the … last time,” I say, then blink rapidly. I look up at all the males staring as my lip quivers on its own. “But… wasn’t he the last one? So if they all died who wrote the book,” I ask, since it seems like the obvious question. I flip to the front where I know the name is usually found, but there’s nothing.

I apologized but he said nothing. I quickly walked into his library and I was amazed at how things are arranged in there... I walked along the walkway and I used my hand to brush through the book taking a glance at them. Then one book caught my attention.. It is titled 'The last survivors by King Jaywon' and there was a stain of blood in the picture... It is gonna be really horrific. I walked to where a reading table was placed and I placed the book on it. And I then proceeded to clean the Library.. There is even a fireplace and I am imagining how beautiful it will look reading beside the fireplace on a cold night. When I was done taking care of the library. I checked the time and it was fif

It tasted like the night we carved our names into wood and believed wood could outlast empires. It tasted like the valley I will never reach and the children whose names I still whisper to the stars. If anyone ever finds this diary, tell them the last safe word worked. It just took sixty years for the right creatures to hear it. Tell them two teenagers invented a silly word because they thought the universe had no imagination. Tell them the universe listened harder than we ever did. Tell them a boy kept a pomegranate in his fist until it bled through his fingers and still never said the word.

You made sure I came out triumphant in this exchange. During a signing event, a young reader asked me, "Did the guy really vanish in the end, Ms. Gray? Was the system real?" My hand touched the deformed brooch on my chest, and I smiled. "Perhaps not, but their love was true." I had a dream that night, a dream where I was in my college's library. The sun was shining golden, its warmth just right. A young man in a white shirt was holding a finance book in his hand as he frowned at a candlestick chart. When he noticed me approaching, he raised his head. Soon, a familiar, silly grin bloomed on his lips.

I smiled sincerely and turned away from the prison. After seeing Vivian for the last time, I would never need to see her again in this life. She would disappear from my world forever. And my world would finally see the warmth of spring.

"She decided in approximately four seconds. I want you to know that. She did not hesitate." I looked at the pendant. "My mother's words," I said. "How do you know them." He was quiet for a moment. "Because they are not only your mother's words," he said. "They are the words of the woman who wrote the hidden book. The last thing she said to her children before she separated them. Passed down through my line for three hundred years as exactly what they were — the last words spoken before everything split." He held my gaze. "Your line carried the warmth. My line carried the words. Together they are the complete inheritance."

Korth let out a roar that shook the very mountain, a sound of pure, ancient rage that sent the hunting hawks scattering in terror. "Where are we going?" Elara shouted over the roar of the wind. "To the only person who knows how to read the Ledger's secret code," Korth’s voice echoed in her mind, sounding like grinding stones. "The man who wrote it." "You said the author died fifty years ago!" "He did," Korth replied, banking hard to the west, toward the smoking chimneys of the capital city. "But his 'Last Word' is still in my pocket. I grabbed it when the shelves broke."

"Uh, Zac organised it for me." "Yes! I'm so glad you came. Come with me." The Last Word was a beautiful place. Everything in the store was basically wood. The register was at the front and behind it was columns of bookshelves. On the side of the registers were stairs leading up to a balcony that wrapped around the store. It looked larger than what it did on the outside. "There is our manager- Owen!" She shouts at him. "I'll be back downstairs if you need anything," Zari said and went back downstairs.