Novel & Cerita Mary Surratt Last Words

Almyra's POV, Kitara sighed in defeat. "It won't be long before you die anyway,' she said with a wave of her hand. "You fucking ate your last food." "I would surely scream in joy and happiness in the cell since I know you are no longer breathing." "Did you really–" "You should keep your last words for whoever you wanna say it to because I'm not even listening one bit," she interrupted me rudely and smirked in a dirty way.

I can feel the heaviness so much it hurts. “I cannot— I cannot control it.” I stutter as tears stream down my face and my body reverberates so much as I force my eyes to concentrate on the typed words on the report. Cause of death: Animal bites and strangling. “Cause of death, animal bites and strangling.” I mumble as I read along. “No, Emmett was not the one who killed her but it was one of them.” Aunt Kitra speaks as I look through the horrific pictures. “You – killed many of them upon their entrance into the city and they revenged by killing her?” I ask.

The death of a dearest friend left Mrs. Anderson unable to eat or drink anything. Her mind kept wandering back to her last words. “Tell them you will regret it if you keep it for long,” she had warned, and now she was dead. Mrs. Anderson sat on the balcony of her room, her mind uneasy. How was she to bring it up?

Near the end, he just cried, his shoulders shaking, and there was something almost peaceful about watching the man run out of everything but the truth. I crouched down again to hear his last words, tilting my ear toward his broken mouth like a priest listening to a dying man's confession. "Salvatore is coming to Chicago tonight. He'll be at his estate," he finally whispered. By the time I picked up the gun, he was already dead in every way that mattered. I wiped my hands on the towel Sergio handed me without my asking. His eyes stayed somewhere over my shoulder, never on me. I rolled my sleeves back down, buttoned each cuff, and was reaching for my jacket when he cleared his throat behind me

Francesco's final words came almost like a quiet promise “and while you're lying there...begging whatever god watches over death to spare you, then you'll realize that it was already too late.” The words settled heavily upon the deck, Sergie's face lost what little color remained as his throat tightened. Almost instinctively, he raised one trembling hand as far as his restraints allowed and pressed it against his chest. His heart was racing violently for one terrifying moment as he genuinely wondered whether it had already stopped beating as cold bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. His lips trembled. “Yes...” He swallowed hard before forcing the remaining words out. “Yes sir, i u

"Any last words?" Suriel shakes her head. Last words are not important to her and she has already said her goodbyes to Skoll. With that the executioner pulls the lever and a trap door opens below Suriel's feet. The force of the drop breaks her neck and she dies instantly. For Skoll, this has been the worst two weeks of his life. However, knowing that Gabriel and Elenor are going to help him through this gives him hope for the future.

Fatima says, trying her best to sound hopeful. “Fa-ti-ma if I die today, I want you to be hap-ppy and live life t-to th-he fu-ullest,” Udar says coughing more blood from his mouth. “Don’t say things like that, you are going to live. In Shaa Allah.” Fatima cries. “I want you to know I always loved you. Goodbye my love.” Udar says and mutters the Shahadah before taking his last breath, closing his eyes.

she said, raising her voice. Max quickly did what she said and searched through the phone’s messages. And just like what he remembered, Max saw a conversation under the name of ‘Roxanne’. Iris walked towards Max while staring at the woman, when she looked over the phone, the message from Mrs. Weston telling her secretary to come over and hand the new contract to her husband was indeed there, and was sent an hour before they were killed.

That means are was still able to record her last speech before dying. "You taught me to be a hero and i don't regret it. Don't cry for me because it'll never bring me back , i ii i... I. I.." She stammered and the audio went off. That was definitely when the she gave up the ghost. Sarah cried the more and faced the all still on the edge of the cliff.

As we began to loose consciousness, I watched the woman walk over to were Margaret had sat herself up against the wall. I watched as Margaret raised her hand, awaiting assistance, but her expression quickly turned to despair. Suddenly, a deafening gunshot echoed through the room, and Margaret's arm fell lifelessly to her side. The last image etched into my fading vision was a bloodied hole in the center of her forehead before darkness engulfed everything.