Last Breath Ending Novels & Stories

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.

His body collapsed weakly forward, his forehead coming to rest gently against the outer rim of the coffin. His vision began to fracture and fade, yet his eyes remained stubbornly half-open, staring fixedly at my face. “Iris... I... love you…” He forced out those final words with agonizing difficulty, and slowly closed his eyes forever. Dead silence returned once more to the church, save for a single beam of sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows, scattering mottled patterns of light across the coffin and Kaelen’s corpse. He believed that death would mark the beginning of our reunion.

Three months ago, outside the pack borders, who nearly destroyed her wolf soul, dragging you out of that pile of corpses? Raelor’s entire body went rigid. His raised hand froze midair. "You… what are you saying?" Lyndra pulled out a yellowed medical record and slapped it against his face. "Look carefully. Emergency treatment and spiritual depletion records. Whose name is written there? "Three months ago, after Theron blocked that strike for you and was torn apart by rogues, Seraphine, who couldn’t even kill a rogue pup, was the first to run when you collapsed!

“This is the end George” *****

I led him to an old house and projected a grainy surveillance recording onto the blank wall. The footage played clearly on the wall. At the exact moment I turned my head, Grandma Eve released her grip on the wheelchair handles and hurled herself down the slope. My voice trembled as I finally unleashed years of pent-up frustration and injustice. "Open your eyes and watch closely! I didn't kill her! It wasn’t me!" Grandma had already decided to end her life long before that day. She no longer wanted to keep living, longing instead for a swift release. That afternoon, when we went out for a walk, she insisted on taking that exact route. It was a park she knew well, and every path and turn was f

Is this really how it ends? ***