Famous Last Words Novel Novels & Stories

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!”

I glanced at the last two chances for forgiveness I was holding onto and finally spoke, "Alright, thanks, professor." Just then, Walter walked in. "Who were you talking to? The professor?" he inquired, curiosity in his eyes. He dropped a bag on the table, the contents hidden from view. I ended the call and faced him, trying to keep my voice even. "Nothing important, just some questions." Walter's frown deepened, his gaze probing. "What kind of questions? It's pretty late for that, isn't it?" I met his gaze, my own brows knitting together. "Just about an experiment, nothing to worry about."

And the last words from the child echo: “The girl who disappeared… is the world’s end.”

“Like it’s… aware.” “It’s always been aware,” Emma answered softly. “We just weren’t ready to hear it.” Lira’s voice was low, almost reverent. “Then this isn’t the end.” Emma stood, slipping the pulse device into her hand. She looked out at the horizon, where the first rays of sunlight pushed the night back one shadow at a time. “No. It’s the beginning. The Last Signal wasn’t an ending—it was a warning. A threshold. From here, what we build will decide whether this becomes our greatest ally… or our final mistake.”

It was only when Elle left did the cameramen regain their composure and started taking pictures again. Fast tv presenters and newspaper companies were already writing down their headlines. Soon different headlines flooded the internet. Showdown of the business tycoon, youngest female billionaire Elle, named Ethan Cephas a ghost! Coming of terror, Ethan Cephas is a ghost, Elle said. I think Ethan Cephas is a ghost— Female billionaire Elle, said. Every company tried to make its headline more enticing than the others. This is going to be big news that will be talked about for a long time.

she yells right before her gun goes off and I see stars. Niki really shot me on my heart, yet it’s not hatred I feel as I take my last breath. “I love you with every fibre in my body,” those are the last words I want her to hear~~~~~

My brother was still hardheaded, and looking at them made me want to protect both. “Hey, don’t tell me you videoed our…err…that thing too?!” I heard the last trails of their conversation before they went back inside. More happiness to both of you. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL Thank you so much!

"He's an incredible writer. He let Pat read a couple of his short stories, and she gave them to me. They were real dark, but beautiful. One was about what goes on in the space between moments of time. It was called 'The Second Hand.' He had this character who suddenly begins to live between the moments, and finds that there is more going on there than in normal time." "Sounds interesting. What made the story dark?" "The guy was in the last hour of his life. But it took him a year to live it." "Did the guy know it was his last hour?" Ray hesitates. He must know Seymour is not well. "I don't know, Lara." He has not used my name before. "Call me Sita," I say, surprising myself. He raises an eye

Fresh ink appeared. Everyone rushed closer. Reading. Hoping. Praying. Then the message formed. THERE IS ANOTHER WAY. Silence. Then: "What?" The journal continued writing. THE GUARDIAN KNOWS THE TRUTH. Nobody understood. Then another line appeared. THE GUARDIAN IS THE LAST KING. The room froze. Then Henry's eyes widened. Immediately. "No." Then: "No no no." Then Walter looked at him. "What?" Henry stared at the journal. Like he'd seen a ghost.

"Go in search of the confessor. I want her found by all means. "No matter what, make sure she doesn't die. I want her alive". He paused and took in q deep breath. "I have so many plans in store for her". Silence. "Yes, My King" the guards bowed and left. * * Her name is Isabelle. And she's the last confessor - the last of her kind. Of course, they were more than that. But, not until her village was ambushed few days ago by the King's guards, and every one of her kind died. All the confessors were killed.