Last Breath Ending Novels & Stories

Nothing. I exhaled one last, shuddering breath. My head lolled back. Above me, the sky stretched endless and blue. Funny. I never realized how beautiful clouds were. The gunfire, the shouting—it all faded. I drew my last breath. Then everything faded to black. ~~~~~A Warrior’s End~~~~

Looking into her eyes while she took her last breath scared him but missing her last gaze scared him the most so with much difficulty, he raised his head to see her face. Her eyes were partially closed now but she had a sad smile on her face. And then– it was over as she hiccuped before letting out a loud sigh. Her last breath. Blake let out a loud wail, literally seeing life sneaking out of her body. ***Wheezing****

Both sides face each other at opposite sides of the battlefield from yesterday, the stench of smoke and blood still fill the air to some degree. We hear that the officers simply named the battle, Final Eternity. Although I found the name a bit bland, in all truth I believe it didn’t matter. The ceremony was conducted by the meeting of Generals from both sides. When our own General Vaxides read the official Persian letter and inspected the seal for authenticity while the Persian Leader General Izari did the same with the Remanian letter. When both Generals returned the letters and saluted each other we knew the war was now over. The cheers of both armies are much more deafening than the fierc

He smirked devilishly and held the bracelet before pulling it off harshly causing it to break. My eyes widened when I saw it broken. "Now, you want it still huh?" He smirked and throw it through the tall grass, I didn't even saw where it fell. I felt that pang on my chest, it's heavy... And it's hurting too much. My sight started to blur when tears filled my eyes, but I immediately wiped it off, memories of myself with my family back then came flashing to my mind as if it only happened yesterday. But my parents died five years ago already.

"We found Mr. Hale's personal belongings at Echo Chamber, but he's missing. There was a violent altercation there last night. The police have sealed off the area. There's blood everywhere. They say... someone died." "What?" Julia trembled violently. "Say that again?" "The police said the person who died was likely Mr. Hale."

I never mattered. His phone buzzed briefly. Opening the message, he found it was a collection of surveillance clips his assistant had gathered. They were clips documenting every moment from my final days to my death. One clip showed the white sheet covering my deformed body. Another, me being wheeled into the crematorium. And there, the final parting between me and the world. Under the intense sunlight, Spencer staggered before suddenly crouching down and clutching his head tightly with both hands. He kept repeating in a daze, "How could this happen? How could she really be gone? Didn't you always say you're invincible, like a heroine?"

"I was the one who did Annie's last surgery! It was terminal stomach cancer… I couldn't even find a place to make the first incision! Do you know how much pain she was in? But you, her boyfriend, kept ignoring her, hurting her. You gave up on her again and again! Annie said she never wanted to see you again. She doesn't want to see anything that could remind her of you. So… Leave." Wade's eyes were welling with tears, while Zach was already crying a mess on the floor, his face stained with tears and blood. His pupils shook as he stared at the urn. "Did she…really say that?" Wade just looked at him coldly, giving no answer. Zach took a deep breath and closed his eyes. A tear slid down his fac

[Didn't get to say this earlier, but I'm out of forgiveness cards. [Let's get a divorce.] My phone started blowing up right after.

Frames shattered and glass fragments sprayed everywhere, just like how my heart shattered along with them. I did not know how long it took, but I only stopped when there was not a single intact smile left on the wall. Then, I collapsed on the floor with no more strength left in me. After a long time, I called my best friend Brenda Harris. "Brenda, I'm getting a divorce. You said you needed a partner in Floraland, right? I'm coming to see you." Brenda froze for a second, then she supported me without hesitation. "I'll go ahead and get your ticket. You can leave in three days."

Your love means nothing to me anymore. "But—" "What could you possibly say? I only have two months left." I tipped my head and smiled. "Johan, didn't you say you were tired of me? Perfect. I only have two months left to live." Once I was dead, he wouldn't have to see me anymore. Johan's eyes reddened. I closed mine and leaned back as the rocking chair gently swayed, letting the pain swallow every sense. There was no cure. No matter how many famous doctors he found, I was still going to die.