Famous Last Words Books Novels & Stories

"Ansel… today really is my last day on this earth. I'm not lying, I—" "Enough!" Ansel's voice sliced through her like a knife. "Odessa, how many times do I have to say it? These lies are pathetic. You say you're dead, but where's the proof? Can a ghost really board a plane? "Keep spinning these stories, and I'll have you sent to a psychiatric hospital. This is the last time we'll ever see each other!" A deafening ringing exploded inside Odessa's head, as if the last thread of her sanity had finally snapped.

Chelsea sturmmered which made know that she was telling the truth. "Scan through her and tell me the new idea that had been added to her chip by your stubborn brother to make her wonder," Gordon commanded while staring at the big screen to see what was in Marvin's head. Chelsea reached for her supra computer which seemed to contain all details of every resident in that city and reached for Marvin's code, immediately she clicked on the code, more than 50,000 words were displayed on the screen with the term 'God' coming in a green color which meant that it was the newly formed word in her dictionary.

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I

The news that Ryland Webster was putting on a fireworks show for New Year's Eve had taken the entire city of Kingsley by storm. I was the last person to hear about it. Everyone in Kingsley knew he was a notorious playboy. He'd even divorced me nine times over one girlfriend after another. But a grand, public declaration of love like this? That was a first. I stared at the mockup one of the event staff had sent over. The words RYLAND ♥ JASMINE spelled out across the fireworks display. The sight stung my eyes.

Morrigan's voice trembled. “It’s old enough that meaning no longer plays a role for him.” The librarian raised something. A hand. Or something similar. A huge figure of characters and shadows. Letters fell down from her like black rain. Phrases. Words. Names. Forgotten names. The sky over Nerevin darkened. Then the librarian spoke. Not loud. And yet it heard the whole city. A voice of a thousand voices. From millions. ‘THE LAST PAGE’. Mara felt the sound in her bones.

I pouted as I looked at her before I slammed the book in front of her. "I don't want to keep this anymore, you didn't even put your name on that book" She looked at me confused. "Why? Of course, I won't write my name here, this is full of my secrets. I didn't write down my name so that when someone reads this no one would still find out it's mine. Did you read it?" She asked. "I didn't, but someone did" I rolled my eyes remembering what happened. "Who?" She asked interestedly as she faced me.

Josh orders some wine and water for the table while we keep talking. “So, what was the last book you read?” he asks me, and I really need to think about that one because I usually read SMUT, but I can’t really tell a man on our first date that I basically read porn but fuck that. He probably won’t even know it. “Heaven & Hell from Rosslyn Scott,” I say, and he frowns. I can tell he has never heard of it. “Spiritual book?” He asks, and I giggle.

I lick my lower lip one more time as I continue what I was about to say earlier. “And that book entitled The Old man and the Sea was the last major work of fiction written by Hemingway before he died.” I said while looking straight at Damian. “He is one of so many Authors on that book, Mister and I hope I answered your question in accordance to what you asked.” With a nodding head, he ushered me to sit back down before he walk back towards the white board and write surnames on the board and those are the last names of so many famous authors in the world of literature.

I said. "Well then," he said. "Please enlighten me: what is your favorite film and book?" "Favorite film is Gone with The Wind, favorite book is Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy." He grimaced. "I half-expected the gushy romance part, but not the lack of happy endings," Adam said. ''Lack of happy endings?!'' I asked. "Says the man whose favorite book is The Art of War..." "I see your point." I leaned forward and pulled out the bag of breakfast that Mrs. Chandler had sent us.

So while he stands behind me watching me, which both intimidates and excites me, I take each book out, one by one, pulling them from the bookcase, some wonderful editions of Jane Austen, Dickens, Ovid, Homer, Kundera and then 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' and, finally, Lolita. As I put Lolita on the top pile, I let out a sigh. I feel Paul slowly approach from behind me.