Mary Surratt Last Words Novels & Stories

As Sebastian was too busy being pulled by the other kids, I had eavesdropped to hear more about this. “He died? When?!” “Last night,” one of the sisters said. “They said he committed suicide.” I saw one of them mark the sign of the cross and clasped her hands, “Goodness. Perhaps he was being eaten by his own conscience.” “I doubt it. That man had no remorse during the trials too, remember?” “Susan Hail, I hope she’s also reflecting on her actions.” I couldn’t help but finally enter the room, casually. I needed to know more. I needed to ask.

I'm facing now my death. 'G-gello. Meg.' My last word before I lost my conscious. —————————————————————————————————————————— Enjoy Reading! Thank You! God Bless! - ErnEst_odrE_5v -

I shake my head weakly, tears spilling faster. “He’s not dead,” I murmur, my voice trembling, desperate. “He can’t be—” Radimr’s hand snaps out, gripping my chin and forcing me to look at him. His eyes are cold, unrelenting. “Oh, he’s dead,” he says, his tone like ice. “I made sure of it. And do you know his last words, Mariana?” I squeeze my eyes shut, shaking my head against his grip. I don’t want to hear it. I can’t.

She thought . *Last but not least – Kayla and Kaylen… “May God be with you, my angels” .... She thought in her final seconds. As Alexandra said the last word in her subconscious, she breathed her last and gave up the ghost. Keith had suspected the commotion in the theatre was going to be bad news. As he entered the operating room, everywhere became quiet as a nurse had just covered Alexandra up with a white sheet.

And for the first time, I stopped fighting. Maxwell’s cold words echoed. Rebecca’s cruel taunts. Lisa’s mocking laughter. Margaret’s disdain. Would this be my end? Would I die a weak, unwanted woman? No. My body convulsed as my last breath slipped away. My mind surrendered. And then— Darkness.

ta… it was… a… pleasure to meet you… I'm sorry… Agonizing, she managed to whisper a few words. She no longer clung to life, she seemed no longer afraid. She felt herself slowly dying out and surrendered to death. Eager for air, she inhaled a few times and then put her head on my hand and took her last breath. Rita's pain was unimaginable. She rushed in front of her, stroking her cheek lightly and then harder and harder, begging her to wake up. Belle, wake up Belle. You can't die… you promised to be with my baby, Belle…

I shouted, not caring that we were now surrounded by people. “Th-Thank y-you f-for e-everything, M-Ma’am Caroline...” she whispered with a faint smile, tears slipping from her eyes as she closed them for the last time.

“Mario… I'm not leaving you here to die!” His grip on my wrist tightened, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “Run, Sylvia. Please!” And then, just like that, his hand fell limp. The world tilted, my vision blurring as tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t tell if he was alive or dead. Blood pooled beneath him, my hands trembling as they pressed against his chest. Then I heard it—the cold, click of a gun behind me. "Any last words Mrs Santiago?" a cold voice whispered behind me, pressing the nuzzle of a gun against my head.

“Well, an hour ago. We receive a call from one of the maids named Sarah. She found your stepmother, Catherine Peterson-Ripley, inside her walk-in closet.” “What happened to her? Is she going to be okay? Did she drink too much again?” Latton intervenes. “Yes, she’s drunk and dead.” “Dead? What do you mean dead?” “Did she hit her head?” "She..." The police officer paused. It's always hard to tell family members how someone they know and loved died. "She… Shot herself." For the first time, Latton stared at the officer. She saw his name was H. Gilberts. He could see her disbelief and shock. He patted her back and she tried her best not to cry.