Every Last Word Novels & Stories

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters appearing in this work are a work of fiction and only a product of my imagination. Enjoy reading! ------ Did you ever wonder when will be your last day living in this world? What will be the last word you will say to your loved ones, who will be the last person that you will see at your last moment. It's either a doctor or a person who will bring an end to you?

Lever's point of view "For my son, Lever Winchester, stay handsome as your father Rifle Winchester. I've been seeking for a justice for my parents and grandfather, but I couldn't stay with your side, I can't see you growing up. But I confidence, your mother won't neglecting you. You're my last asset, until we meet my Lever Winchester," I read on the paper. He wrote a letter, before he died for me? I looked at the old paper I was holding, I re-read the last sentence in the letter in front of me.

Marc was racing around putting things out and trying to get Jasmine to tidying the front counter. Today was Thursday. Thursdays and Fridays were always the busiest days at The Maze, hence Jasmine’s presence. She was slow and cumbersome. Her stocky build and dead straight black hair made her even more unusual and totally out of place. However, she was great at front of house and as much as Marc protested, she could make a mean coffee. Marc hated Thursday’s and Fridays simply because Jasmine had a little crush on him, despite the numerous attempts he’d made to inform her he was gay.

I close my eyes as my heart fulls with pride and happiness Thank you Kendra Are the last words I say to my saviour. The end

You didn't reply to my messages at all. "Yes... delicious," replied Aini, sounding a little cold. He even stared outside and refused to listen to Leo, who had already spoken. "Why... didn't you come last night?" asked Aini finally. This made Leo silent for a few moments; luckily, they were at a red light. He blinked a few times and faced Aini, trying to understand what she was saying.

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

Two words. [Not going.]

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.

It was a list of how he wanted to make me hate him. The words were scribbled, and some were already muddied from water… No, tears. His tears. "Throw the album away (Completed)." "Destroy her manuscript (Completed)." "Cheat on her (In progress)." The last line made my pupils narrow. My phone buzzed at the same time. "I only have four days left. She brought up divorce yesterday, but the progress bar showed that she didn't hate my guts. I'm going for the final step. I found an actor who'd work with me. I'm bringing her home this afternoon."

A final burst of clarity before the end. "Seraphina, is there anything you still want to do?" His voice trembled as he fought back tears. "I'll take you anywhere. I'll carry you there myself." I shook my head slightly. "I'm tired." Closing my eyes, I let out a long breath. "Conrad, in the next life, let's not meet again." The words snapped the final thread holding Conrad together. There was no forgiveness. No peace. Only complete exhaustion. I was not even willing to waste hatred on him anymore.