Last Chance Book Novels & Stories

The honesty was being written. He sat with the fire and the November evening and the specific quality of the tenth year's beginning of the end. Not the end of the building — the building had no end. But the end of the book. The book was approaching its completion. The last chapter was the final thing the book required. When the last chapter was finished, the book would be finished. The book would go to the publishers. The book would be published. The book would enter the world as the outside account of the inside account.

Riley cried " Look, i'm sorry i gave you too much crap, i just , i don't want you making harsh decisions like this" Ana apologized " so what now?" " I'm moving, i figured i have nothing left here, i had all these job offers from different aganecies and i kept rejecting them cause you know, Adam was here and my life was all about him, but, now that it isnt anymore, i have no reason to be here, i can go anywhere, LA, Atlanta, New york, Colorado, even paris . I can make few calls and see if any agency still wants me, in fact there is this one in England that's just starting but they're doing good for themselves, i can work with that" Riley said as tears ran down her cheeks

I asked the girl and then sighed. “I would point out the simple signs that prove that you are a gold digger. But if I stoop any lower than this then I might reach your level,” I said and then looked at Kyle. “Orphan Project, how original,” I said and then looked at Conan. “So, you spent the last 30 minutes trying to come up with that name?” I asked him and he frowned. “What are you talking about?” he asked me, and I smiled. “I am an orphan, but I am not slow. The moment we got in here, that little receptionist made a call. I didn’t see your name on the reservations and all the tables are fully booked,” I pointed out.

FIVE DAYS EARLIER “ I stand on the last bridge of my life. Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from? I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing… The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “ “ Krystal!”

She cast a sly glance at me and held the book very close to her chest. “Do you know what this is?” “No, your Utmost Prosperity.” “It is the most important book you’ll possess till you die…that’s what it is.” Slowly, she held the book with her right hand and suddenly flung it at my chest. In a twinkle of an eye, a purple puff of smoke enveloped my abdomen, while the book disappeared immediately. Soon, I began to feel a strange force inside my chest, as if my lungs were frozen. My breathing became slightly laboured, while my gaze remained on her Utmost Prosperity, as if she’d hypnotised me.

I said to him. "Fine." Christian replied. "Sorry about that, this is going to be the last time I ever say such a thing to you. Is that okay?'' I considered for a moment before nodding my head. "Yes. It's for the best." At my response, he walked out of the door leaving me to wonder if the decision I just made was the best or something I would be joining to my list of regrets. Great, Belle. Great. ************************* The days passed by swiftly without Christian and I saying more than ten words to each other everyday. His birthday was drawing closer and I had no idea how his progress with the takeover was coming along.

I sat on the couch, the proposal video Walter made playing in the background, the pastries I had bought beside me. The pastries I once savored then left a bland taste in my mouth. Perhaps my tastes changed. It was not just the pastries I had lost my taste for. Walter had gone radio silent. I tossed my phone on the coffee table and started to pack up my stuff. It was already midnight. I was about to officially run out of patience, ready to use up the last of my so-called 'forgiveness cards.' Just then, my phone buzzed—it was Walter. "Melissa, are you asleep? Don't wait up. I've got stuff to handle, and I won't make it home tonight.

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

"They'll lose the chance to be remembered." Adrian looked down. The first page was still blank. The Pen of Beginnings floated into his hand once more. It felt lighter than before. Almost... hopeful. A quiet realization settled in his heart. The White Book protected stories. The Black Book protected secrets. But this small notebook... created possibilities. He finally understood why it had no title. Its story had not been chosen yet. The Last Editor lifted his pen one final time. "This is your last chance." "Close the notebook."

You have to come! The chat went wild instantly. Liam: [Jason and Summer are so generous!] Sophie: [Celebrating early Cornell admission? So sweet!] Zachary: [We have to go! Wishing Jason and the class beauty a lifetime of happiness!] Amid all the flattery, Summer suddenly tagged me. [Emily, are you coming tomorrow?] [By the way, why didn’t I see you in the exam hall for the last science subject today?] [Why did you skip the exam? Were you feeling unwell?]