Last Breath Ending Novels & Stories

"We forced two pounds of live scorpions down the father's throat. After we stitched his mouth shut, the scorpions tore out of his chest. He didn't make it." Margaret just nodded. "We can't do anything with the poisoned corpse. Toss it into the pit and burn it." Pain tore through my chest. On the way here, my family had beaten and humiliated me nonstop. I hated them for it. I had even wished for their punishment when the pain was unbearable. But I had never imagined it would end like this. "Mom…" I forced out, my voice weak. Neil's eyes lit up. He shouted toward the door, "Honey, get in here! Mia called for you!"

The love tucked between the lines was like honey, but it was also torturous, like poison. It had him sobbing one moment, then smiling through tears the next. Suddenly gloomy, suddenly joyful. Those two extremes kept surging through him, and the heart that had gone numb from despair began to burn again. He wondered if this was the last light before everything went dark, or the lighting of the fire that would bring back light? Nelson did not know what kind of ending waited ahead. All he could do was pray. He prayed for the secret thoughts that nineteen-year-old Sinead had recorded in her own script to be the means of his escape from the wreckage.

“What are you doing. Why would you do that. I was about to leave this place behind. Why will you not let me go.” I broke down crying. My knees hit the wet tiles, and every feeling I had buried rose to the surface. A slap landed on my cheek and stunned me. Morgan crouched down and stared at me with an urgent, fierce expression. “Stop crying. Dying is easy, but have you thought about this. Daniel installed twenty‑four micro cameras in this house. Even your bracelet has a biometric monitor.” She grabbed the smart bracelet I had left on the counter and threw it to the floor. She crushed it under her heel.

"Logan, will you only be satisfied after you've driven me to my death? Harley Brooks is leaving for Toronto soon. After this, we'll never have another chance to see each other. I'm only going to see him off as his professor. Is that wrong too?" Her phone rang unexpectedly. When she answered, her voice turned impossibly gentle. "Okay, wait for me. I'll be there in half an hour." Before leaving, Leighton tossed the divorce papers into the trash. "We'll discuss when I get back. But don't even think about a divorce." She slammed the door so hard it echoed. Inside the room, only the sound of my own sobbing remained. I'd already checked. There were no flights to Toronto tonight. Sure enough, not l

The final broadcast was simply titled “Until the End.” Over 12 million viewers flooded in the moment it went live. The sanctuary was stripped back to basics — no elaborate set, just the large circular altar bathed in stark crimson light. Sophia and Aurora stood at the center with a smaller group of their closest family members. The air felt charged, almost electric with unspoken fear and desperate desire. Sophia addressed the camera without her usual sultry performance voice. “They want to end us tomorrow,” she said, her tone raw and steady. “So tonight we give you everything we have left.”

After saying all that, she turned and walked out without hesitation. The door slammed shut behind her. I stared at the ceiling as tears slid down my face. The mother who raised me had died a horrific death. The person responsible was still warning me not to cause trouble. I closed my eyes and took a slow breath. When I opened them again, nothing remained except overwhelming hatred. I reached for the pendant hanging around my neck. I pressed a tiny hidden button on the back. After five years of marriage, even Suzanna never knew it was an emergency communicator.

The struggles and sorrows of that other life were finally sealed away—gently, tenderly, by the hands of time. -THE END-

“You’re alive because we intercepted it.” Dante didn’t argue further. Instead, he leaned closer, his voice lowering. “Either way,” he said, “this ends now.” There was something final in his tone. Something lethal. I closed my eyes briefly, exhaustion pulling at me again. “This was never going to end peacefully,” I barely murmured with a shaky tone. And that was the last thing I remembered.

But not before I felt their hands—one last time—holding me as everything burned. Time: zero. The legacy ended. Not with fire. With heartbeat.

In those final moments, I found solace in the knowledge that my love for Abebi would live on, an eternal flame that would forever burn in the depths of my soul. As darkness embraced me, I closed my eyes, knowing that my journey had come to an end. The echoes of my love for Abebi reverberated in my thoughts, a poignant melody that accompanied me to the unknown. And as I took my last breath, I held onto the hope that my message would reach her.