Jonathan Brandis Last Words Novels & Stories

Johnathan had never expected the Duncans to have so much evidence and wanted him to go to prison. He shoved off his mother's hand and roared, "Mom, are you a fool not to notice Catherine is here to seek revenge? I have never arranged for anyone to murder Branden. My target had always only been Catherine!" Branden snorted and opened his eyes. He squinted his eyes and looked at them. His oppressive temperament was like the dark clouds before the storm. It was depressing to look at him. He looked sinister and cold. "Looks like you have admitted you paid someone to carry out a murder for you, Mr. Johnathan?"

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

Before I spit out the last words I said that night, I watched his eyes widen in dread. “This will be the last.”

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!”

For a moment he felt completely real again. Then he slowly retreated. Not physical. Like someone who is torn away from a current. He leaned his forehead against her. “I believe...” His voice stopped. A weak smile. “...in any life we would have done it.” Mara cried openly now. “Maybe we can still do it.” Jonas just closed his eyes. Then he said the sentence that was in her forever: “Maybe this was already life here.” One last breath. One last look. Then he fell apart.

She had been so quiet that I was afraid Preston would walk all over her. “Shh,” Preston cautions. “Not so loud…. But yes.” I stand a little closer to Johnathan who won’t take his eyes off his dying brother. Even as Eli finally collapses to his knees, and thin rivulets of blood run from his nose and ears, Johnathan doesn’t look away once. At long last, the Omega falls forward, his chest rattling as he tries to hang on to life. Then he goes still. “Clean this up,” Johnathan orders. “Make sure no one sees you.”