Jonathan Brandis Last Words Novels & Stories

Lyla asked the question that was at the tip of my tongue. "When we turned to leave, he returned and shot both of us. He left as soon as he came. Jay was too weak to be able to fight off the venom so I had to drive us to the pack. He died before we could make it halfway", she sobbed. "I felt our mate bond severe when he took his last breath, he breathed his last with his hands in mine, his eyes on me", she was sobbing uncontrollably but still managed to speak through her tears. "His last words were, "Lola and Adrian must bring an end to this", he did not even get to tell me that he loved me", she wept.

It was the same as cutting into pork. Jonathan slowly fell to the ground. Then, I heard screaming, the sound of his blood splattering against the wall, and a strange gurgling coming from his throat. He had shielded me from Garcia’s knife, and it had cut through his jugular. Chaos erupted. When Jonathan finally collapsed, he grabbed the hem of my dress with his bloodstained hand. “I’m sorry… Elena…” These were supposedly his final words to me. However, I stepped back and pulled my dress out of his grasp as I said, “I’ll never forgive you. Don’t forget. Even if you pay with your life right now, you still owe me two more lives.”

Mikey says. "Don't worry, Mikey. They will realize their mistake tomorrow. I think you should go now, Alpha White. We have nothing left to say to each other. We will talk again tomorrow, or let's rather say our bodies will be speaking tomorrow. We will see who's the strongest and has more brains in a fight. Anyway, enjoy the rest of your night because I am going to bed now. I want to be with my mate," I say. Jonathan Whitle glares at all of us as he walks back to his car, gets in it, and drives off. We laugh as we watch him go. We know all what will happen tomorrow. We know Jonathan White and Mike Smith will die.

Selena's face turned ashen, but she let out a hysterical laugh. "What's the point of all this now? Madeline is dead. You were the one who killed her! Not even death could make her forgive you." Jonathan's pupils contracted sharply. "That's why I have to make things right by making sure all of you atone for what you did." … After leaving the hospital, Jonathan returned home and sat beside the ice coffin. He scribbled some words on his thigh. They read, "I'm sorry, Maddy," and "I deserve to die."

"Sir, it has been two hours. The Young Master has already fainted in the snow..." "What?!" Casper's face turned into shock, and the pen he was holding fell on the floor. The phone on the desk vibrated at this moment. "Hello? Is this Mr. Casper Hawthorne? We received a report at the department, and we found a body in a rental apartment rented under your name."

C managed to catch it right out of the air, and it happened so fast I didn't even see him make a move. The metal hissed against his palm. Every hunter instantly shifted formation. Not around him. Around me. Target acquisition. My stomach dropped. Not captive. Not victim. Threat. There it was. The final illusion dying quietly inside my ribs. There was no going back. Elias’s voice echoed coldly through the cathedral. “Selene Virell is deceased.” The words hit harder than any weapon. “She ceased to be human the moment she turned.” Some of the hunters glanced at each other uncertainly - I knew a few of them, we had been through training together, and we had been wounded together too.

Ashley felt Dominic tense beside her. Elena lifted the notebook. “This belonged to Jonathan Wellspring.” Ashley’s father. She carefully opened the final page. “The last page contains a dying confession.” The harbor fell completely silent. Patrick Walker’s expression remained unreadable. Alvin stepped out from behind his vehicle. Dominic slowly raised his pistol. Every eye fixed on Elena. She drew a slow breath. Then began to read. “If anyone is reading this, then I am already dead…” Ashley’s heart nearly stopped. “The man responsible for our deaths is not the one you believe.”

Riley asked " Jesse?, your Jesse?'' Ana asked with a tone that depicted surprise " yeah...we never talk about Jesse, so..." " well, i saw him last night?'' Riley said " Saw him last night?, weren't you with Adam last night?, did he know it was Jesse?'' Ana asked trying to make sense of the current situation. " There is no adam Ana" Riley replied with a big sniff " What do you mean by there is no Adam?, did something happen to him?, wait, is he dead??' Ana asked, obviously confused

I followed him. He went back to the crematorium. My body was about to be cremated, and Marcus, like a man possessed, pushed everyone aside and held my body in his arms. His sudden action shocked everyone. “Sir, this young girl is about to be cremated. Please don’t disturb her peace.” “No! She’s not dead! She can’t be… she’s not!” Marcus kept shouting, his tears falling onto my face. His complexion was just as pale as mine. “Sir, we’re running out of time! Please, let her go!”

The night before our SAT, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Suddenly, my phone screen lit up. I received a text from an unknown number. [Tomorrow at 6:30 a.m.. Leaving for the testing center. Your sister disappears.] I stared at the screen, my heart jolting. I did have a twin sister, Molly Young, and we were both scheduled to take the test the next day. But what a pathetic prank. I tossed my phone aside, turned over, and went back to sleep. The next morning, we had barely left the driveway when Molly suddenly cried out beside me. “Oh no, I forgot my admission ticket.” “Dad, pull over! I need to go back and get it.”