Mary Surratt Last Words Novels & Stories

Barrister Abdussalam crossed his arms against the wooden witness box she is standing in. "I have full proof that late Mrs. Masari was raped before she died and when she couldn't handle the fact that she was in fact raped, she had cardiac arrest and died instantly. Whoever the raper was, he didn't kill her after he was done, she died a natural death and may her soul rest in peace." The confidence she spoke with was really worth being proud of. The people in the court start nodding their heads as if they are pleased with what she's said.

The memory of those final moments was a constant source of regret, as she yearned to know exactly what he said to her before the last minute he died. “Cheer up, the snow is white and pure and beautiful just like you and your mom. I will drive us safely.” Florence could still hear her father’s final words to her, always filled with optimism and reassurance. He died from two steel rebars that penetrated his chest, inflicting catastrophic injuries. “Fred, save your sister!!” Her mother’s sharp voice echoed in Florence’s ears. Her final words were a heart-wrenching cry of plead towards Frederick. Her words were filled with terror and a desperate attempt to safeguard us from the impending disast

Jackson kept screaming in his mind, but more and more images flashed before him. There was a scene where he recorded his last words on his phone. If he died, Serenity would have all his assets. Master Zack had set him up when he tried to disarm the explosive device and placed a two-choice question before him. He wanted to trade his life for hers, but she had used her last moments to help him make that choice. Serenity released the handbrake, and the car slowly reversed, falling off the cliff. He could only watch as her car crashed into the sea. The last thing she said was asking him to live, and—she said she loved him!

I exclaimed, my own voice shattering with terror and longing. He reached out, brushing tears from my face. “I have to, Audrey. Trust that our love is strong enough to hold us together. I’ll be back for you—always.” The last words echoed in my mind: "The final reckoning is near." I closed my eyes and prayed our love would be strong enough to see us through the horrors to come.

“No, no, I didn't mean it that way. I understand that you’re dealing with a lot because of this, but I swear I had nothing to do with it.” “I don't want to hear a single word from you. The spy we caught mentioned your name, everyone in the mansion attested to you having a huge fight with Madam Morticia the day before her passing, and some even mentioned that you were the last person seen with her that day. Now tell me, if you both were not on good terms, why else would you have been with her?”

She had something that she needed to say, a curse that she needed to utter, and last words to send out for Araxie and Trion but luckily she couldn't utter out anything even after she parted her lips. Nothing came out and yet she didn’t have any time to figure it out. "It's over!" She let the word drain off into nothingness. It was all she could say. It was all that could be said at the moment. Dropping to her knees, then down onto her hands, she dragged herself and crawled up to Jann's dead body where she rested her head on his chest before her senses faded. Oops! Sara's breathe was gone and now she laid still and cold. She was no more!

She’s my only aunt. “What about her?” I take a deep breath, a tear slipping down my face. “She’s dying. We need to do a blood transfusion as soon as possible... we couldn’t find a donor in New York or the surrounding cities.” His eyes grow wide for a fragment of a second before his face returns to its usual unbothered mask. “Oh. Well, if it’s her time, then we can’t avoid it. I’ll plead with the priest to consider making a service for her—on the condition that she confesses and returns—”

Death was better than going back to River Valley and being tortured for failing my mission. The leader made a deadly swiping motion across his neck and exited the room. “Your last wish will be granted. I am going to let you in on a little secret. Serenity is a witch.” My mouth opened, and I felt two hands on the side of my head, and that was the end.

“Mary Ann Grady you are sentenced to be taken hence to the prison in which you were last confined and from there to a place where you will be hanged from the neck until dead and thereafter your body buried within the precincts of the prison and may . . . ” Her livid gaze swung first to him then back to Walmesley’s smug countenance. It was as though she would explode such was her fury. A delicious sight. She was obviously going to make sure she drowned out Old Harry’s last words. “Damn you all to Hell!”

I was convinced that I could have been the one to save her. The nurse said that about 10 minutes before her death, she sat up bolt-straight. "Her last words were 'Cordelia, think of the ocean.'" Hearing that she had been speaking to me on that beach, that her heart stopped only minutes after her spirit guided me to destroy Magnus once and for all, shattered me. It had all been real. And now I'm in this room. Alone, one week later. Everyone else has returned to the States. Atlas is still here with me, waiting, our children sleeping in the next room. I have refused to leave this space. I can't bear to be away from her.