Last Resort Novels & Stories

One wrong movement. ...and the entire passage would explode. Before anyone could react, Edward Carter's voice echoed through hidden speakers in the tunnel. "I've been expecting you." A cold laugh followed. "Welcome to Black Reef." "You've just stepped into my final trap."

I struggled to escape from their grips and slammed into the door, opening it and jumping into the pool in a few strides. Everyone standing on dry land started criticizing. "What's with the act? Everyone is at the parent-teacher meeting, and no child would ever come here when it's so remote." "Yeah. Especially when it's so dark. We don't see anyone in there at all." "Well, Joe Langdon is a drama queen by nature. He's just trying to attract some attention after getting his divorce." Janine frowned as she listened to everyone talking away, and felt annoyed when she saw the ripples on the surface of the pool. "Stop your act, Joe. I'll count to three, and if you don't get out of the water by then

“Dad, it’s not your fault.” I leaned over and hugged his shoulder. “People like him aren’t worth our anger.” Mom tried to ease my mood. “Take a day off tomorrow. Let’s go on a family trip. “Emily needs to relax. These past three years preparing for the college entrance exam have worn her out.” Dad nodded. “Okay, we’ll go tomorrow.” The next afternoon, we flew to Miami. Facing the blue sky, white clouds, waves, and palm trees, my mood lifted considerably.

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.

Fuck! These are my last thoughts before I finally pass out.

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.

Marc was racing around putting things out and trying to get Jasmine to tidying the front counter. Today was Thursday. Thursdays and Fridays were always the busiest days at The Maze, hence Jasmine’s presence. She was slow and cumbersome. Her stocky build and dead straight black hair made her even more unusual and totally out of place. However, she was great at front of house and as much as Marc protested, she could make a mean coffee. Marc hated Thursday’s and Fridays simply because Jasmine had a little crush on him, despite the numerous attempts he’d made to inform her he was gay.

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…”