Her Last Words Book Novels & Stories

Due to lack of breath and cold embracing her Zara passed out. “Bye, bye, Zara Darling…” Were the killers last words she heard Seeing Zara passed out, the killer pulled his silver weapon out of his hood. He raised his hand in the air to finish and brought it towards her chest….

“Then let's just do it now. Like I said, if you don't mess around, there won't be any pain for you.” Actually, Aini didn't want to believe it, but under these circumstances she couldn't do anything anymore. Let's start now. I will do it quickly, so don't talk too much.” Aini swallowed her saliva, ready to accept fate. In his heart he was already praying, apologizing and thanking Lia. At least, if he was going to die in this place, he could still meet his mother there.

Chelsea sturmmered which made know that she was telling the truth. "Scan through her and tell me the new idea that had been added to her chip by your stubborn brother to make her wonder," Gordon commanded while staring at the big screen to see what was in Marvin's head. Chelsea reached for her supra computer which seemed to contain all details of every resident in that city and reached for Marvin's code, immediately she clicked on the code, more than 50,000 words were displayed on the screen with the term 'God' coming in a green color which meant that it was the newly formed word in her dictionary.

Elle responded to his greeting while stopping the waiter to take a glass of wine. Mr. Hyde smiled and nodded "That was a remarkable speech out there," He said talking about Elle's statement when she was interviewed. Elle slowly took a sip from her wine as two other men joined them "I was just saying what I thought. Don't you think we're all entitled to do that?" She tilted her head as she gave Hyde a look. Hyde chuckled "Of course, we all are, don't you think so Mr. Charles?" Mr. Charles who was among the two men who joined them cleared his throat before saying "Yes we are, but we should also be aware of our language so as not to cause unnecessary trouble in the future" He smiled in the end

"How can there be anything left?" "I don’t know," Kyle confessed, his hands moving feverishly over the keypad. "But it’s not just inert. It’s a message." "Put it through," Damien ordered. The Woman’s Last Words The screen flickered to life, revealing the woman’s visage. Her expression was placid, but there was something different—her usual confidence was supplanted by subdued resolve. "You’ve won," she said simply, her voice gentle. "But you’ve only delayed the inevitable."

my mother's last words before she closed her eyes. "You'll pay for killing my mother Clifford"

“He kept calling out for you.” I looked at her. A pang kicked in my guts, sending tremors right up my chest. In an instant, I knew she was talking about father when he woke from his coma. She licked her lips, blinking her red, swollen eyes. “He kept calling for you…” her voice quavered as she breathed in sharply. “Right before… right before his last breath. He kept repeating two words. His last words.” Her voice cracked. “What words?” I asked. She opened up her fist, revealing the paper she had been clenching in them.

When my wife, Rosalie Wood, had her first meal after she regained consciousness, the attending doctor, Ethan Joeman, took my seat. He cut the steak while he pointed at her rosy face and looked at me with open defiance. “Do you know how medical miracles happen? It is not because of your constant presence. It is because of my in‑depth treatment.” My fingers that held the knife and fork turned pale. Ethan grew even more brazen. His feet rubbed against my wife's calves under the table. “A person in a vegetative state can still feel things. Every night after you left, I did awakening therapy for her. She said her body could not move, yet the sense of being conquered made her feel as though her

At my wife's birthday party, my daughter and son accidentally knocked over a bowl of soup and splashed it on their uncle. My wife grabbed his completely unharmed hand and tore into both children. But that still wasn't enough for her, so she locked the two of them inside the sauna. I called and begged her, again and again, to spare our kids. Her voice was ice cold. "Stop bothering me! This is your fault for raising them so badly! "Since they burned someone, they can sit in there and think hard about what they did!" The thermometer kept climbing. Blisters had already risen on my children's skin, and they wailed without stopping. I begged her to forgive them like a man gone mad. "They're

Those were the last words I heard before eternity beckoned. —