Her Last Words Book Novels & Stories

I need the distraction so I clear my throat and begin. “The buh… bee… beast sttt aa… ree… The beast stared into the eyes of his Goddess and cloooo … seeee duhh… closed his eyes … for the … last time,” I say, then blink rapidly. I look up at all the males staring as my lip quivers on its own. “But… wasn’t he the last one? So if they all died who wrote the book,” I ask, since it seems like the obvious question. I flip to the front where I know the name is usually found, but there’s nothing.

I tried to make do of the words I just listened to. “Yes that’s the real Ryan, that young girl you spoke with earlier was the old woman that cursed me. She only came to tell me that my time had elapsed. So I’ll be leaving anytime from now. I just want to burn these books, that’s my last wish. I’ll miss you, can I hug you one last time” Ryan opted for a hug with his arms wide open. “Let’s fulfill it then” I said, trying to make him happy, as I hugged him.

The last image that accompanies me into the darkness are the soulless eyes of my killer. The last voice I hear is his; “You fought a good fight, Astrid. I believe it’s time to go…”

"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.

The line went completely dead. For the first time in years, Damien remained seated long after the call ended. He replayed the previous night in his mind, analyzing every detail. The woman hadn't begged, she hadn't screamed, and she hadn't even tried to run. She had simply listened. Then, she had whispered the one thing no one should have known. *“I know your heartbeat.”* It should have been impossible, yet something in her voice told him she wasn't bluffing. Turning the key, he started the engine. One way or another, he needed to find out exactly how dangerous Elena Hart truly was.

He had rested after she left the hospice in September. He had heard the ruling before he died. “Tell me when the service is arranged,” she said. “I want to be there.” She ended the call and looked at the garden. Elliot appeared in the doorway, read her face, came in and sat across from her. Neither spoke immediately. The kitchen held the weight properly without requiring anything to be said before it was ready. “He wrote three words in a margin in 1986,” she said finally. “He held them for thirty-seven years. He made the witnessing useful in the end.” She met Elliot’s gaze. “He said good and that was the right last word.”

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.

Brenda could barely breathe through her sobs during the prayers, and she kneeled before the gravestone, apologizing profusely. Just then, I shot the person conducting the prayers a look. It was time for us to put on a good show. As planned, the person shuddered. He acted like he sensed something supernatural and said that Timmy had one final wish. Brenda believed him and nodded vigorously, promising to fulfill it, no matter what it was. The person said, "'I want to cut ties with you for good. I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore! I don't want to see you, and I hate you, Mom!'"

Take care of yourself. 'Certainly.' The old woman smiled, then looked at Verdict. They exchanged codes with their stare that he did not understand. 'Rest assured, Grandma will be the first to know,' said Verdict as soon as they finished exchanging code. 'What are you talking about?' asked Raymond, curious. Grandma Anna did not answer his question at all, walked past him after hiding the chocolate bar he had given her in her pocket, entered the hospital building humming a French song he did not understand.

Her eyes were closed and there was a smile on her face, like she was just resting peacefully but he couldn’t feel any signs of life. “No, it can’t be. You can’t die. YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME, NATALIA! You can’t……” “How dare you?! How dare you come in here after all you’ve done?! Her last words were ‘I hope we don’t meet again in another life’. However you have treated her, I’m sure she didn’t deserve it. I’m sure you’re glad that she’s dead and you can now have the one you love”