Mary Surratt Last Words Novels & Stories

Seeing too many people just makes her head lull but she was rooted on her feet sighting the box gifted to her by her late mother underneath the bed where she placed it waiting till she is leaving for their chamber later. "Time of death, 11:08AM!" The word echoed throughout the quite room and the shrilling high pitched scream that left Suhayr's mouth was something that has everyone's attention moving to her from the dead smiling corpse on the bed. Suhayr doesn't cry, she is not crying and she won't cry but that sound won't just stay back in her throat. It ached to be yanked out and she did just that, she let it out.

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.

Rita’s story As Belle was gathering the leftovers, Sarah rushed into the house, slamming the door hard, mumbling something and she had dirt all over her. I remained terrified at the thought that she carried her diabolical plan until the very end. It was sad to think that the poor’s woman last words, last reaction, and last breath. I couldn’t help myself even if she was still in the bathroom - You did it, didn’t you? You couldn’t help it you unjustly punished the poor woman. She was your mother you freak!

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.