Last Breath Of Life Novels & Stories

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.

it finally said, “lays different realms far older than yours. These realms are places where beings that do not live by the same laws exist. The Arbiter was the last of the many watchers who were assigned to keep those realms separate from yours.” “What now?” Aria asked. “Now, the last watcher is gone,” the stranger said quietly. “And the veil is thinner.” Dax cussed angrily under his breath. “So you’re saying something out there just discovered our existence.” “Yes.” “And they want to come at all costs.” “Yes.” Aria closed her eyes for a brief moment.

I felt like life was seeping away from me. I feared I wasn't going to make it. The harder it felt leaving without seeing Talia, the faster my grip loosened on life. “Come on, you can make it, don't give up on us Maxton.” Johnny tried to keep me awake. He tapped my shoulders gently but I was numb. My senses took the first fall before I actually did. “Ambulance. Somebody get help, quick?” O'Neil blared through the air. Everything turned pitch black for a second as I blinked slowly. I tried to hold on for much longer, but I finally took my last breath, my arms slipping off their grasp as I fell into turgid darkness.

She was dying, that she could tell. Would she not be able to see her daughter again? And Spencer? And everyone she loves? Would she never be able to see them again? As she lay, she caught sight of Emily’s laughing face. She was mocking her for dying pathetically. “Well, it’s an honor watching you die. Should I cry at your funeral? Maybe I’ll fake it, I’m good at acting anyway. Bye, Breanne Marsden.” Bree struggled against the encroaching darkness, gasping for breath as the pain spread throughout her whole body. “Spencer.” Uttering the name of the man she loved, she finally succumbed to the darkness, the echo of Emily’s chilling laughter ringing in the elevator.

" ᴵ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ˡⁱᶠᵉ "

" He doesn't reply, watching me take my last breath. I try not to feel disappointment as black spots fill my vision and my life begins to fade. “ Asger.“ That is the last thing I hear as I breathe my last. ~P-Lia~

Her tiny body twitched under his grip, and a faint, threadlike gasp escaped her lips. It was her final breath of life slipping away. Emily had only one breath left.

We went to my parents' for dinner that night. Only then did I realize it was our birthday. Dante had ordered the cake. "Two birthdays, one cake. Efficient." It was beautiful. Layers of cream and fruit. Mango. Grace's favorite. I was allergic to mangoes. Nobody noticed. Dante lit the candles and put the crown on Grace's head. "Grace. Make a wish." I stared at the cake. The crown. His patient smile. "Dante." He glanced at me. "Every gift you ever gave us came in two. Except the cake. Why am I always last?"

I'll just heat my leftovers from last night's dinner. This is how simple my life is here in the human world. I am living my life alone. Free.

There was something about looking at the boy today that gave her mixed feelings. She pulled out her phone and searched for the movie. Lead actors were Benjamin Frost and to her surprise, his son, Benjamin Frost Junior. She scrolled up and saw a news report of a plane crash. She clicked on it and read through. As she did, she realised it was similar to the story Damien once told of how he lost his parents. The article described how the great Benjamin Frost died with his wife, but his son survived. As she reached the end, the last few lines caused her utter confusion.