Famous Last Words Novel Novels & Stories

The truth was waiting for her, patient and inevitable. She opened the first file. Numbers. Rows and rows of numbers. She did not understand most of them. But she understood some. She understood the date. She understood the amount. She understood the shell company that had received the payment. The date was the night of the fire. The amount was large enough to hire an army. The shell company was registered in a country she had never heard of. She saved the file. She opened another. And another. And another. She worked until the sun rose, until the room was filled with pale gray light, until her eyes burned and her head ached.

"She can die out there for all I care." The call ended. *** My body still lay at the intersection. The crowd was gone. Only the driver stayed beside me. My lips had turned purple. So had my fingers, curled stiff against the frozen ground. Dirt and ice were packed under my nails.

--- Because For the first time in five years— Someone is finally making a mistake. --- The Letter I look down at it again. --- Elena's Last Words Not fear. Not regret. --- A warning. --- To me. --- Five Years Too Late. --- Then A folded piece of paper slips from the back of the file. --- Silence Everyone notices. --- Dominic "That wasn't there before." --- My Pulse Slows. Dangerously. --- I Open It Carefully. --- One Line Written in black ink. Nothing else. --- Just A Name --- CLARA BENNETT

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

“The cab driver was an old man named Finn Grey. He was dead at the scene. The two passengers… were a mother and her daughter.” My blood runs cold. “What were their names?” He hesitates again, then says, “According to the wallet and the phone we found in the wreckage, one of the victims appears to be Elara Blackwood.” For a second, I don’t understand what he means. The words sound distant, wrong, like they’re being spoken underwater. Then they sink in. The room sways. My ears start to ring. The fairy lights overhead blur, turning into long streaks of gold, and the voices of our guests fade into a dull, meaningless noise. I can barely feel the floor beneath my shoes.

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.

"Mr. Smith, do you know something?" Captain Stone also immediately turned to the butler. "What do you know?" Mr. Smith bit his lip and explained hesitatingly, "On the day when the previous madam was to donate her blood, Ms. Sydney quietly sought out the doctor. I happened to be passing by and heard them talking about drawing blood, and I also heard Ms. Sydney say that it was Mr. Hawthorne's intention, and that she would give the doctor 500 thousand dollars after it was done.

The rich and influential Senator had since resigned himself to fate, gingerly placed the Holy Quran on the settee. The next moment, he writhed in pains and began to grimace, while holding his chest with his right hand. His vision was soon blurry, while his body now lay on the settee, expecting death at any minute. “God is great,” the Senator whispered for the first time in his life in English, before his right hand slowly dropped lifeless sideways. Senator Bensosa Shoci was dead at exactly 7.00pm. My invisible double walked up to him, peered at the face which resembled that of a sleeping adult, before walking through a wall into the evening darkness. The last thing my invisible double notice

Spit and tears had leaked out the corner of my mouth and dried on my cheek. "Max why?" I managed to force it out. "I can't let you go. Not until my brother tells me to." Death has finally come to me. There is no better way to say it; I am Hollis Genovese's most prized possession. Slowly, I fade out into unconsciousness. THE END

My hand was shaking because I was afraid to do the thing I had never done before. The dark and narrow surroundings were full of guns pointed at around me. "Let me go, Lever because for what you have done, there is nothing left in Winchester, if you kill me, they will kill you either," President Hernandez told me. They didn't really know that my father's Rifle was still alive, they still believe that I'm the last Winchester. "If I'm going to die too? Why don't I take you with me?" I whispered to Jacob Hernandez. "Lever, release President Hernandez," Secretary Luke ordered me.