Famous Last Words Books Novels & Stories

Yet, I was the very last person in the entire manor to find out. I burned the last portrait I had painted of Princess Jasmine and let out a bitter laugh. It didn't matter. I was nothing more than a ghost. What right did I have to meddle in the affairs of the living? Just then, Princess Jasmine stormed into my bedroom. Catching the lingering smell of smoke in the room, she frowned slightly and paused. "What are you burning?" I lowered my head slightly and avoided her gaze. "Nothing. Just some useless things." Princess Jasmine didn't think twice about it. She frowned again and demanded, "You'd better explain to me what that coffin at the gate is all about. You know that Stephen will be formall

“Bring it to me.” “Uh… okay. Okay, sir.” When she returns, she hands me a small, leather-bound book. The cover is worn soft, the pages faintly warped from being handled so often. I open it, and her handwriting spills across the pages—small, neat, and impossibly full of a tenderness I never let myself see.

On the third to last day before my planned death, I would face the world’s cruelty one more time. I replied with care. “Yes, Mr. Cardea.” I let out a quiet laugh at myself. People prepared for a rainy day to survive. I prepared for one to die.

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK

The world did not end with a bang, but with a Binary-Sigh. When Elara’s finger finally made contact with the 'Delete' prompt, the Root-Node didn't explode. Instead, it inhaled. The 99% Countdown froze, the numbers turning into a brilliant, blinding white that bled out from the console, erasing the cathedral of code in a wave of Apocalyptic-Ethereal light.

This was my last hope. “This is my last hope! This fucking study is…” I would have roared, body trembling and palms sweating when my gaze fell on the bookshelf. “Maybe I'll find a book that will help with my madness after this.” I sighed, giving up. I began to rummage through the covers, hoping for a title that would catch my attention. Shawn seemed to read a lot of books on self-growth and improvement. He also read a few about redemption but when I found one titled: ‘The Weightiness of Guilt’, something about it drew me closer.

Even Logan decided to make them a drink because he couldn't stand the drowsiness that assaulted him. “Thanks for the drink!” Alice looked at Logan who only the man nodded. They refocused on reading the books until "I got them!" Xander exclaimed when he finished reading the thick book with a blood-red cover. After Xander had finished the 2 thick books, his attention had been turned to the book with a blood-red cover with black and white wing crests in front of it. He had noticed that Alice and Logan had been ignoring the book all along. Even at first, the book was in the earliest order, but no one wanted to read it. He also wanted to ignore the book and wanted to have a book with a green cove

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.

"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!"

FIVE DAYS EARLIER “ I stand on the last bridge of my life. Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from? I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing… The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “ “ Krystal!”