Every Last Word Novels & Stories

I only had a year to find my answers, no distractions was a good way to start. "Venus, honey, are you ready?" My mom called me from the kitchen, as I opened my bedroom door. "Yes, mom be right there." I called back. Walking towards the kitchen, I was singing Famous Last Words out loud. "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay I'll be forgiven, Nothing you can say can stop me going home. Can you see my eyes are shining bright? Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak..."

The last words I heard before my breath stops. "My chellam..Forgive your mother" ~THE END~

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.

This is our last time together. What’s that? Oh my god

“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.

Every word was about me. Me.

"If not here, where?" He was rummaging around when a pile of discarded paper on the table caught his eye. They were the 'forgiveness cards' I had made, each one stamped with a little red heart. His hands shook as he spread them out across the table. He tried to wipe away the red hearts, but they were stubborn, refusing to fade. Staring down at the 66 cards fanned out before him, Walter was hit by a memory. On our wedding day, he had looked me in the eyes and promised, "Melissa, I won't ever need these! My love for you is eternal!"