Famous Last Words Novel Novels & Stories

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.

It was gone quickly, buried under the old confidence he wore whenever he did not know what else to do. "If you wanted me to come after you," he said, "you should have just said that." I stared at him. Even now, he still thought there had to be a version of the story where I was waiting for him to say the right line. "I'm not asking you to come after me." "Then why this?" he asked. "The blocked number, the scene at San Vicente, Reed's name on a screen. You know exactly what that would do to me." "What Lily did with my mother's song was the scene at San Vicente. Nathaniel's message was an accident."

Opening it, I take a look down the hallway, but find it empty. I shut the door and turn to the note on my bed, a note that definitely wasn't there when I walked in. I pick it up and carefully unfold it. There, written in a really messy handwriting are three words that freezes the blood in my veins. “I'M WATCHING YOU!"

"Tonight was meant to be an anniversary. But four years is long enough to realize when a mistake has been made. I am officially announcing my intention to divorce Evelyn Hart, effective immediately." A collective gasp rippled through the room as I felt the air leave my lungs. I looked at Beatrice, who was smiling into her wine glass, then I looked back at Daniel, searching for some sign of a joke, but there was nothing but ice. "Sophie Lane is the woman who holds my heart," he continued, glancing down at the blonde woman with a warmth he had never once shown me. "And I will no longer live a lie for the sake of a contract."

He had shattered the most precious thing in his world with his own two hands. Now, all he could do was taste the bitter fruit of his own making, here in the mud. “I… was wrong…” His last words were swallowed by the storm. His eyes slowly closed, never to open again.

Even my name, Paige Quinn, felt like I was destined to repay a debt with my life. If I could choose, I would rather have never been born into this world. That way, no one else would have to suffer. I went to my room, a small, dark space in the attic. It was pitch black, with no light except for a stub of a candle. “Today, Marcus burned me with a cigarette. I don’t hate him, but I saw the disgust in his eyes, and it terrified me.”

You'd better apologize to her later when she and her family arrive, and be a good hostess! I glanced at the words 'Jemma's Kitchen' printed on the packaging, and moved my body away from Steven. "It's fine. I've already eaten." Besides, I didn't eat leftovers. Just an hour ago, Jenny flaunted how she was eating dinner with Steven on social media. "Woah, I almost died in that accident! Steven and I are having dinner to recover from the shock!" The location? Jemma's Kitchen, of course. Steven didn't seem to hear what I said and started to lay out the food in front of me.

Even the ones pretending they’re not nervous stop typing for half a second, like their hands forgot what they were doing. Cassian Vale is not physically in the chamber, but his presence is everywhere anyway—through secured remote access, through authentication lines that keep stabilizing and re-stabilizing the system like it recognizes him before it recognizes anyone else. He doesn’t speak. The ex-fiancée’s identity file loads across three mirrored screens. At first, it looks normal, then it breaks. “LEGAL DEATH — VERIFIED CIVIL TERMINATION.” The words hold for maybe two seconds. Then they dissolve.

his voice faltered as she thought of the tragic end to this story. " Even if it's the last thing I do. I will risk my life to put an end to his reign of terror. History shall not repeat itself. I will not allow him to win yet again, and I will not allow him to harm my loved ones." Felix sat up on the bed properly. " What do you mean even if it's the last thing you do? No. I will not allow you to die. How can you speak about your death like that? You just said you would never leave me."

My vision starting to get fuzzy and his words sounding so distant. The pain became unbearable but I pushed a saliva down as I attempted to say my last words. The ones he deserved to hear. “I..love…you..Dam…” My words trailed off as I fell deep into the pit of darkness, unaware of where I was or who I was. The last thing I feel is something holding onto me until I can feel it no more. Thank you, Damon. I muttered into the darkness.