Every Last Word Novels & Stories

The fragrant aroma of the candles, mingling with the essence of shared laughter and tears, created an atmosphere where time seemed to stand still, honoring the memory of the woman they had loved so dearly. Margaret's voice trembled with emotion as she spoke of the last moments with her daughter. "She looked at me and said, 'Mom, I love you.' Those were the last words she spoke." The weight of those words hung in the air, a poignant reminder of the final exchange that had sealed their bond.

I'm facing now my death. 'G-gello. Meg.' My last word before I lost my conscious. —————————————————————————————————————————— Enjoy Reading! Thank You! God Bless! - ErnEst_odrE_5v -

"It would have been a few months Troy and we were getting married but you just wasted it and all my dreams for you as well. You just wasted my sincere love and affection for you. But before that, I would like to clarify our relationship status before it last. " "I can no longer handle the weight I feel in my heart so I will decide to be alone in life. I'm sorry to tell you Troy that I'm going to break up with you now. I hope you'll find the right person for you and expect this to be our last conversation. I wanna say goodbye, Troy," my last word to Troy before I dropped the call. I didn't prolong my conversation with Troy and I dropped the call. I just ended my relationship with Troy so tha

"More! More! More! More!" "Okay, so for everyone's satisfaction, here is the continuation," Jade said and flipped the page to another. Their circle cheered joyfully, I never knew this is what Aria had been writing in her diary. That's why she was so careful about Jax not reading or touching her diary. Jax doesn't even know she has a diary.

“Because every word you say… could be your last.” The camera lens blinked once more, silent, hungry. And the room descended into stillness again, except for the soft static hum of secrets being recorded.

I sat on the couch, the proposal video Walter made playing in the background, the pastries I had bought beside me. The pastries I once savored then left a bland taste in my mouth. Perhaps my tastes changed. It was not just the pastries I had lost my taste for. Walter had gone radio silent. I tossed my phone on the coffee table and started to pack up my stuff. It was already midnight. I was about to officially run out of patience, ready to use up the last of my so-called 'forgiveness cards.' Just then, my phone buzzed—it was Walter. "Melissa, are you asleep? Don't wait up. I've got stuff to handle, and I won't make it home tonight.

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 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."

Jameson off before he could finish. Mr. Hall was quiet for a long time, then finally sighed and patted my shoulder. "You're grown now. It's good for you to see more of the world." As I left the office and walked away, I could still hear Mr. Jameson muttering, "It's over just like that?" Mr. Hall sounded annoyed. "Keep your voice down! Do you want to announce it to the whole world?" Samson didn't come looking for me for the rest of the day. But honestly, I didn't care about the watch he promised me anymore.

My breath catches. The glow begins to fade into the corner of the room, dissolving into tiny specks of soft light. Its last words reach me quietly. “Reward: peaceful life.”