Jonathan Brandis Last Words Novels & Stories

“Brandon?” Through shallow, panicked breaths, Brandon spilled out the whole story. His voice trembled, stammering as he struggled to get the words out. “Britney, I… I messed up. Henry’s dead. I—oh God—I didn’t mean to, but he’s dead, and I… I don’t know what to do.” On the other end, Britney was silent for a moment. When she finally spoke, her voice was calm, too calm. “Brandon, slow down. Take a breath.”

Leia POV: Last night's events were probably the best we have had, we sat around the coffee table watching movies, playing a card game and having a few drinks. For once the stress of everything wasn't weighing on our shoulders. The bones had been sent to Collins territory for further examination but this morning they had called us over to Alley and Stephens to hear the result. "Are you ready?" Brandon asked, standing in the doorway. "Do you really think it's him?" I asked. "I don't know honestly, I think we will be disappointed either way this goes, you'll never have your justice or we found someone else and he is still on the loose." Brandon replied. Even if he did die somehow that is justic

Davidson heard the high, tinny scream of a man watching his life's work unravel. Brandt's rant eventually ceased after a minute, probably from sheer fatigue. Into the silence, Joe Brian spoke just four words, his voice utterly still, unspitten, and so the more terrifying. "You shouldn't have touched them." He hung up the receiver. The room was silent. The deed was done. Victor Brandt was ruined. Brian walked over to the bar and poured two fresh glasses of whiskey. He handed one to Davidson. Their eyes locked over the tops of the glasses.

” she asked shakily. “I’m going to die soon. The doctor told me this morning that I wouldn’t last today but I had to see Anna win the championship” Jonathan said turning to meet Sia’s eyes. “She’s so brave just like you” he muttered coughing out more blood as her mother held him closer. “No, no, no, no” she cried. “Anna, I know I am not fit to be your father, I don’t deserve it. Take care of your mother” he said and Sia realized that tears were running down her cheeks.

He embraced the pain, hoping for death. Her voice was exasperated, "What are you doing Brandt? Do you really think I would let you die? Even across an ocean, I can feel the turmoil in your stupid brain. You were once my lover and are now my friend. I'm not willing to lose you this way." He heard soft footsteps approach and felt her strong arms lift him slightly. His world went black but his last thought was that death would not be his today, maybe tomorrow. ***

“How did it go? I’m assuming well, considering no one’s bleeding.” “Better than well,” I say as I adjust my footing on the floor. “Jonathan Vize is dead.” Gasps ripple around the room. “And his son Elijah is her mate too,” Jordan pipes in, already lounging in a chair he didn’t earn, his muddy boots kicked up on a nearby stool like he didn’t just stomp on someone’s croissant. A stunned silence settles over the table. Then Nanna slowly sits down, rubbing her temples. “I’m going to need stronger tea for this.”

Jared said, “Bastian… This time, let me be the one to accompany you, okay?” Bastian suddenly understood. His face changed dramatically as he struggled. “No… don’t… Don’t do this, Jared, you… you have to live…” The word ‘live’ had barely left his mouth when Jared plunged the blade into his own heart. This time, Bastian had no strength left to stop him. He could only watch in despair and agony. He whispered, “All of this… in the end… what was it all for… sobs... Jared…” That last word lingered faintly, and then no more sound came from him.

asked Joe putting the sword in front of Brandon. "No! I don't want to! I'm sorry Mister Blavatnik! I will be your faithful follower! I will not betray!" said Brandon scared. “Apologies are not an option! You only have to choose whether I kill you or kill yourself!” Joe said mercilessly. “Please Mr. Blavatnik, don't kill me!” "Of course, just end your life now! Your existence in the world is not even useful!” said Joe, kicking the sword at Brandon.

We'd pushed ourselves to the limit, and we'd be pushing even harder tomorrow. "Last night before it all goes down," Brady said, trying to sound upbeat. "Anyone want to share their last words? You know, just in case?" "That's dark," Marcus muttered. "I'm a realist." "You're a pessimist." "Same thing when you're dead."

Now that everything was out in the open, there was no need to pretend anymore. "I don’t have the money. And I don’t want treatment." I looked at him calmly. "Even if I survive it, it’ll just be more suffering. I’d rather end it sooner." Jonathan fell silent for a long time. "You saw the bottle in the study trash, didn’t you?" he suddenly asked. I didn’t deny it. "Yeah. I saw it. That’s medication for the dying." He let out a self-deprecating laugh. "I’m a dying man too."