Last Resort Novels & Stories

My wife's student, Talon Palmer, hired someone to stab me, leaving me critically injured. In six years as an attorney, my wife Audrey Taylor had never lost a case. Yet she stayed up all night compiling nearly a hundred pages of trial materials, all to prove Talon innocent. I stood in the doorway for six straight hours, torturing myself as I watched her work. Finally, I asked hoarsely, "Why?" She didn't even look up. "You accused Talon of being the other man. All he did was ask that thug to pretend to be his brother and scare you. Everything that happened afterward was the thug's own doing. It had nothing to do with Talon." I shook my head in disbelief. Hysterical, I rushed forward and tr

"That's between your mother and myself, son. I'm sure she'll walk you through anything relevant when the time's right." I didn't push it further, mostly because pushing a stranger for details about my own mother's private legal affairs felt like the wrong way to find out anything real, and I drove home turning the phrase over anyway, sole beneficiary, confirmed lineage, wondering what exactly my mother was trying to settle and why it needed language that specific. I asked her about it that evening, sitting beside her bed while she picked at a plate of food she wasn't really eating. "Mr. Alvarez mentioned something in the paperwork," I said, careful, not wanting to sound like I'd been snoopin

"It would have been a few months Troy and we were getting married but you just wasted it and all my dreams for you as well. You just wasted my sincere love and affection for you. But before that, I would like to clarify our relationship status before it last. " "I can no longer handle the weight I feel in my heart so I will decide to be alone in life. I'm sorry to tell you Troy that I'm going to break up with you now. I hope you'll find the right person for you and expect this to be our last conversation. I wanna say goodbye, Troy," my last word to Troy before I dropped the call. I didn't prolong my conversation with Troy and I dropped the call. I just ended my relationship with Troy so tha

Angels appeared in a variety of guises and, when it came to a certain time, a descendant of angels and demons was born to people, who would sweep all people off the face of the earth . They called him the word Ultima, the last. I looked up at Scott, terrified. It was a good thing he didn't see it! On the very last page there was a list of all the Ultima. It turns out there were an awful lot of them. And there was also a list of angels and archangels approaching the end of the world! And the first were Rahiel and Raphael. I saw Raphael once in my life. And, it seems, he has the same monastery...

The opening sealed shut behind them both. Silence swallowed the facility whole. Then every screen flared to life one last time, displaying a single final message: DAY SEVEN HAS BEGUN. THE ORIGINAL IS COMING. AND IT KNOWS HER NAME.

Someone had posted a screenshot of Summer’s announcement in the group chat, along with a “shipping” sticker. [Jason is awesome, Summer is awesome, Cornell couple alert! So enviable!] [This is skillfully putting someone in their place. Not like some people who bomb the exam, disappear, and even fake an admission letter. Now that the results are out, I bet they can’t even say a word!] [I bet someone’s hiding under the covers crying right now. Repeating a year isn’t fun, haha.]

At that point, even Northbridge University couldn't protect Leighton anymore. Facing overwhelming public pressure, Northbridge University expelled both Leighton and Harley. They didn't even bother trying to suppress the online discussions, so the topic remained on the trending charts for days. A week later, Leighton reached out to me again through her lawyer. This time, she had finally agreed to the divorce. She only had one condition—she wanted to see me one last time. She chose that familiar cafe as the meeting place, and even the same table where I'd met Harley before.

I looked at Jessica for the last time and made my leave. "And the last thing, you don't know anything about this game, Ms. Han. I hope to not cross paths with you again especially in auction events. Didn't your dad told you that it's not for innocent princesses like you?" Jessica held her glass hard causing it to break making everyone's attention on us.

I have bruises on my bruises. "We've fucked our way around the world," I whisper, staring at the ceiling fan. "Destroying her empire one orgasm at a time." "It's effective," Alex mumbles into the pillow. "It's insane," I say. "But... eleven down." "Where is the last one?" Alex asks, sitting up. "Echo?" "Triangulation complete," Echo says. "The final server. The master node." A map projects onto the wall. It’s in Baja.

The office fell into silence again. Martins leaned back in his chair, reached for the remote on his desk, and flicked on the television absentmindedly. He was only half paying attention, until he saw the image on the screen. There was Alex, standing on a stage, microphones around him, flashes from reporters bouncing in every direction. His voice came clearly into the office speakers, ringing with desperation. “…I am asking for one last chance. In three days’ time, I will stand before the priest and the world and reaffirm my vows to Amara Akwarandu. I will be waiting for her there. And if she comes, I swear I will never fail her again…”