John Adams Last Words Novels & Stories

From my knees I strained my eyes. “Lord, I have nothing more to ask of you but that you continue to keep the people I love safe. I will thank you every day for all the good things that have happened to me.” When I finished speaking, I looked at Adams who was still closing his eyes. In just a few seconds, he opened his eyes. "What did you wish for?" I asked him. "Nothing." He said with a smile but I didn't even force him to say what he really asked for.

“I know.” He frowned. “You know?” “I found his suicide note.” Adam crossed the room and sat beside me, close enough that I could feel his warmth. His eyes drifted to the paper in my hands. There was silence for a moment, not the peaceful kind, but the heavy, aching kind that presses down on your lungs. I read further. At the bottom of the letter, Hayes had written about a video he recorded on his laptop. ‘I don’t want my death misunderstood,’ he wrote. ‘I recorded everything.’

He died after ten days of struggle. He didn't speak much at his last moments because at the age of forty-five his eyes were behaving of a hundred years. Like he was done with everything, as didn't want to fight anymore. But still, those penetrating eyes said those things which he never needed to say. To do all the things from Florida to Manhattan." I was trying to console my tears but I couldn't because I was lost of words, I was lost of everything. I felt like the poorest person in the world. And a shred of tears was started blowing out of my eyes like the ocean's water.

It also went straight to voicemail, but as the light was fading from my eyes, I knew I had to make every word count. “My dear, beautiful granddaughter Rei. I wish I could have shared more than just distant protection with you. You are a Brzezinski, with fire in your soul and resilience in your blood. You are strong, an unbreakable phoenix that will always rise above life's challenges. Rei, I love you deeply and am so proud of the remarkable woman you've become. You have done a wonderful job raising Shiloh, Onyx, and Salem; they possess such vibrant spirits. Although I never had the chance to embrace you in person, let my final words assure you of my love for you, my granddaughter," I whisper

It was time to seize control of me and confine me to the room where I would die. With tears in our eyes echoing the anguish in our souls, Adolph and I reluctantly drew apart from one another. The priest's presence served as a depressing reminder that we were destined to follow this particular path. Adolph gave me one more loving kiss, and as he did, he said, "Until we meet again," in a heavy-hearted voice. Since I was at a loss for words to adequately convey my feelings, I could only nod. I turned away from Adolph hesitantly as the pack's priest motioned for me to join him. My steps were sluggish as I made my way to the room where I would spend my last moments.

Seeing Nadhea Martinez alive was not their plan to succeed. "Are you still alive, baby? I wasn't Dreaming, was I? I can still hug you, " Adam Smith softly followed the bright light, his hoarse voice barely able to get the words out of his mind and make a last wish. Nadhea stroking behind her back calm the little boy cum her husband.

“Hmm. I have a question, Eve. But if it’s too personal. I hope you don’t mind me asking, “Alright, sir,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Where’s your father? I noticed he wasn’t at breakfast.” I hesitated, then chuckled dryly. “He’s no longer..with us.” “Oh, I’m so sorry. How did he pass away?” Mr Adams’ question really made me laugh. “He didn’t die, if that’s what you’re thinking. He just… left. One day, he decided he wanted a new life. So, he walked away from ours.”

“It’s your right to decide when he’s buried. Today… or tomorrow. The choice is yours.” My throat tightens. Mrs. Harrington. The words feel heavy. Too heavy.Everything is happening too fast. “I can’t do this,” I whisper. “I don’t know anything about… any of this.” “I’ll help you,” Adams says gently. He glances at Nonna, and she nods. “We served President Warrick. Now we serve you.” I don’t even realize when I nod back. A moment later, Adams walks to the corner of the room and brings out a small box.

He replied, his tone distinctly cheerful. "Sure thing. Have a pleasant day." I responded, closing the car door behind him. I stood for a moment, watching as his car pulled away from the curb, then turned toward my vehicle. As I approached, Biggy stepped up. "Ma'am, Mr. Adams left a message. It’s...strange. I’m not sure if it makes much sense." I settled into my seat. "What did he say?" "He said, 'Soon, I will fulfill my desire.'"

As well as his father always make sure to hold the keys to his destiny. After spending many days in the palace, Adams finally decides to visit Eve's room. He strolls around her bedside, then he takes a seat on the wooden slap by her bed. "I hope we will meet soon." flashback of Eve's naive face pops into his mind. Looking at stuff on her table slap, he falls on the newspapers talking about the human world, most of them talking about him and a brief smile takes over his serious countenance. "How on earth did she get this?" Adams wonders aloud.