Last Word Books Olympia Wa Novels & Stories

Lia : “Yes, Sa, he's not you. You're the one who you are, Salsa : “Basic. That's right. The cave is said to be a village. You don't have a village, heartbroken for two days, and you know where” Ain typing…. Salsa : “Ni, what the hell damn the Ain typing continues” Lia : “I'm not going to discuss that, uh, but I have great news. Don't you want to hear it?” Salsa : “What the hell?” Ain : “What the hell?” Lia : “Compact is really two" Lia : “Tomorrow, I'll tell you while working in a group together.” Ain : “Just noon. But yes because I have a job to go to the office where the internship is.”

Elena's POV "My life is a little complicated right now and I wish now more than ever that you were here so I could talk to you," I whisper. The light breeze in the air whips my brown locks to the side. The smell of the coming winter lingers in the Seattle air. I grab the sides of my black coat and pull it tighter around me in a futile attempt to keep the cold air from touching my already trembling body. I look at the marble stone and run my fingers along the white, engraved words that read, 'In Loving Memory of Jessica Danvers April 15, 1968 - October 21, 2009, Beloved wife, mother, daughter and friend.'

We had arrived just before two, had showered and were getting ready to go to bed after deciding to grab some water together and chat in the living room. Milo had shown herself to the guestroom minutes later, and after a while, I went to my bedroom then put on my favourite red silky pyjamas. -Alone at last!- I smiled, and then I flipped my tied hair over my shoulders then plopped my body on the bed. I opened my bedside drawer and removed my favourite hard covered book, it had a deep purple hardcover with brown vine-like structures in the book. The title of the book was, 'My Last Wish'.

Greetings my lovely authors, This is the continuation of the book 'THE LAST ALPHA' which will be updated with the sequel 'THE LAST ALPHA : WAR OF FANGS'. I hope you will support my story just like the prequel. Thank you Zia Prologue The burnt orange sun was set below the horizon, and it’s the shadows that casted upon the town of human beings. The clustered clouds were scattered to the end of the sky, where the sun was burning with its last light. Twinkling stars which were supposed to fill the night, were scared to show up in the dusk.

The desk was still there. But everything else was gone. No sketchbook. No backpack. No me. Mom stood in the doorway, staring into the empty room for a long time. Then she slowly shut the door, went back to the couch, and held my school jacket again. Her eyes were dry, but her lips kept moving. She kept saying my name. "Vienna." "Vienna." "Vienna." I floated beside her and reached out one last time for her hair. This time, somehow, she felt something.

He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

The chair was violently knocked over, and a deafening noise echoed in the study as he received the call from the police department. Casper frantically put the phone to his ear and asked, "What rental apartment? Who are you?! This joke has gone a bit too far!" The person on the other end seemed very familiar with this kind of situation. His tone showed no change in tone after hearing what Casper had to say. He said in a formal tone, "Mr. Hawthorne, please calm down. We're from the Central City Police Department. An hour ago, we received a report about a strange smell coming from a rental apartment.

Korth let out a roar that shook the very mountain, a sound of pure, ancient rage that sent the hunting hawks scattering in terror. "Where are we going?" Elara shouted over the roar of the wind. "To the only person who knows how to read the Ledger's secret code," Korth’s voice echoed in her mind, sounding like grinding stones. "The man who wrote it." "You said the author died fifty years ago!" "He did," Korth replied, banking hard to the west, toward the smoking chimneys of the capital city. "But his 'Last Word' is still in my pocket. I grabbed it when the shelves broke."

It was the deed to the villa. I locked it inside the last empty glass display case. Then I found a sheet of paper and wrote the number ninety-nine on it. Turning it over, I wrote a farewell note for Ethan. "Our debts are settled. We owe each other nothing. Ethan, let's break up." Taking my few belongings, I walked out the door. After buying a ticket, I casually threw away my old phone and headed through the boarding gate. 'Ethan, for the rest of our lives, let's never see each other again.'

"This isn't a hideout..." "It's a palace." Oliver's expression darkened. "No." "It's where corruption was born." Agent Ross slowly walked into the chamber. He examined one of the steel vaults. "It's government property." Oliver nodded. "Edward has spent decades stealing from governments all over the world." Emma carefully approached the round table. Resting on it... ...was a thick leather book. The cover read: THE FOUNDERS' RECORD She hesitated. Liam looked at her. "Do you think it's safe?"