Novel & Cerita Last Resort

They made sure I contacted no one until they were done with me. Tears stream down my face—not because I feel sad, but because I feel so damn helpless. How did it come to this? Why did I make the stupid mistake of even returning to the Graham mansion? This place had never been my sanctuary, my safe place. The only reason I ever even returned to this place was because I had nowhere else to go. But then I wipe my tears and let out a deep sigh. Perhaps this is all for the good. Maybe I needed this confrontation—to remind myself there’s literally no one here worth staying for. Once the divorce is finalized, Cora and I are leaving for good. This godforsaken place will never see us again.

This is the last time he’s going to mess with me and get away with it. ***** UNEDITED

a feeling of relief Ah, the relief of finally being back in this country. Of course, to this city. relieved to finally be back home. Marissa then took her cell phone from her bag, which was an elegant French brand. The girl made a call to Dave. There was a ringing tone for a few seconds before it finally picked up. Dave's baritone voice filled Marissa's ears. "Hello," said Dave. Marissa was silent for a moment. He had not heard Dave's voice in a long time. The man she still loves to this day Even though she was once unfaithful, Marissa later tried to be loyal, which Dave misunderstood.

“It is more than enough time, but do remember, I cannot force anyone to show up to their bunkers.” The president turned and walked out the door toward the elevator. As he waited for the elevator, he took out his phone and dialed a number. “Hello, this is Mr. Shirker, yes, the end is near. Begin operation Noah’s Ark. Project Humanity’s Last Resort will be ready to launch in two days.” He closed his phone and walked into the elevator.

"I don't want anyone to hear us celebrating." THE END

An unknown ID. ‘This is your last chance. Make your decision now or regret it forever.’

Rowan: “Colleges can wait. The world can wait. We’ve got one more summer to burn the sky down right.” Above us, the Milky Way shifts. The stars rearrange themselves into one quiet, blazing sentence: YOU WERE NEVER LEAVING. We stay on the field until dawn, laughing, crying, planning a year that belongs to no campus, no kingdom, no prophecy. Just us. Four days left of summer? Good. We’re going to need every second. The Last Night of Summer August 31, 2029 – 11:59 p.m., the ridge above Hot Springs

Wrong if that is even a thing. The end.

"Every gift you ever gave us came in two. Except the cake. Why am I always last?" The room went quiet. He frowned. "This is how it's always been. What's wrong with you today?" My mother shot me a look. "She's older. She's better. That's the order. If you were half as good as her, you'd go first." I had nothing left to say. Grace made her wish. The family sang around her. When it was my turn, the candles had almost burned out. Dante shrugged. "No more candles. Wishes don't mean anything anyway. You can make one next year, Eleanor."