Famous Last Words The Book Novels & Stories

Then, I came up with a reply, even if there was no one to see it now. "No, you didn't. You taught her love. You gave her the knowledge that someone was willing to fight fate, a system, and even himself, all for her. "You completed your mission flawlessly, Quincy. She's going to live a long, long life, carrying the love you carried for her inside her heart." … Side Story Three years had gone by since then. During that time, I published my new book—Exchange. I only wrote one message on the acknowledgement page. "To Quincy Shaw, my beloved. Thank you. You made sure I came out triumphant in this exchange."

The final entry had been written on the day I discovered them. Leighton had written a suicide note, every word filled with guilt toward Harley. Even the way she addressed him had changed. She called him "hubby". [Hubby, if I should die unexpectedly one day, everything I own will belong to you.] [As for Logan, I've wronged him. Leave him enough money to live out the rest of his life comfortably, and that will be enough.] The blood in my body turned ice-cold, and my hand gripping the mouse trembled uncontrollably. A violent wave of nausea rose from my stomach. I grabbed the trash can and vomited.

In that moment, Ansel's last shred of sanity broke. He stumbled backward, slamming into the shelf behind him before crumpling to the floor. His voice shook, barely more than a whisper. "Odessa… how can this be? Then who have I been seeing these past days? The legend of the Seven-Day Resurrection… it's real… I—" His words collapsed under the weight of the truth. Sobs tore from his chest as he slapped himself hard across the face. "I'm sorry, Odessa! This is my fault! I got you killed! I'm nothing but a worthless bastard!"

He handed it to Matteo with trembling fingers. "This... is the last trace of the Book," he whispered. "The one that left Earth... and returned." Marcus blinked. "The book? You mean..." "Yes," Gonzales cut him off. "The Book that holds the names of every soul who’s betrayed us. The one that carries the price of power... the price of secrets." Raven’s breath caught in her throat, from outside as she eaves drop on their conversation. Gonzales continued, "The last time I touched it, I paid a coin. A coin none of you saw... because it was a part of me. A piece of my soul."

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She giggled when she was tickled by their flapping wings against her face. Theo smiled first before answering. Maddie takes away all his stress from ruling even with just her smile. "This is the sanctuary of the novis flam." Maddie turned around and her brows met as she cannot understand the last phrase Theo said. "The what?" Theo pointed to the fountain with his hand and Maddie followed it with her eyes. "The last flame." Maddie nodded before she looked at Theo. "Last? What do you mean by that?" Theo asked her to sit on the nearby bench. The guards are scattered around the place but no one is near them. Somehow they got some privacy which put Maddie at ease. She glanced at the fountain firs

I tell them as bring Ash onto my lap. "Myself, Chris and also Nate here are known as Lycans, Ash here is a werewolf shifter, and is pretty much the last of her kind." I say as Kim and Toni both look at me with wide eyes. "So, it's true then." We hear Paul say as he walks over to me and Ash and puts the back of his hand to her fourhead. A low growl slips mast my lips as another male is touching my mate. "What the hell are you talking about?" Kim shouts with tears in her eyes.

Elena's POV "My life is a little complicated right now and I wish now more than ever that you were here so I could talk to you," I whisper. The light breeze in the air whips my brown locks to the side. The smell of the coming winter lingers in the Seattle air. I grab the sides of my black coat and pull it tighter around me in a futile attempt to keep the cold air from touching my already trembling body. I look at the marble stone and run my fingers along the white, engraved words that read, 'In Loving Memory of Jessica Danvers April 15, 1968 - October 21, 2009, Beloved wife, mother, daughter and friend.'

Why was Verdict sending video files using a large capacity flash disk? His thumb pressed the 'play' button, playing the file, which made all the cells in his body freeze. On the six-inch screen, Arnold Walter's figure looked cheerful and healthy, smiling in front of the camera as if the man was still alive. The man sat in one of his favourite guest chairs, against the backdrop of the pile of his favourite collection of books that he could still clearly remember all the titles on the small bookshelf.

I said. "Was there nothing to write?" he asked. The question was carefully quiet. "Nothing else was important, " I said. We stood there for a moment not saying anything. Then Elias stepped closer, not too close but close enough that I had to pay attention. "Hesitation gets people killed, " he said quietly. The words should have sounded strong and certain but they did not because I had not hesitated. I had chosen. "There was no hesitation, " I said. Another lie.