Novel & Cerita One Last Breath Novel

Boom! Emma's whole body was protected by a man. Before her eyes, his meticulously crafted sheepskin coat. Emma was almost dumbfounded, not knowing what was going on. She covered her ears with her hands. Those sounds made her ears want to explode. A bright red flame spread from behind. Emma widened her eyes at its dizzying speed that was fast crowding out the position where they were standing. The thick white smoke rushed forward, causing her eyes to sting, and now she officially couldn't see anything...

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End

If he wanted to play the game of no remorse, we were going to play the game of no remorse. I was done. Christian was in his room the next hour and I sat by the veranda to read a magazine. The servants were done cleaning the entire house and I loved the breeze on my face. The veranda was one if my fayolaces in the house. It didn't only give me peace but privacy to be alone in my thoughts. Counting the months remaining to be in this charade of a marriage, I heard the doorbell and quickly stood to go to it. On my way, the password was already been pressed. I waited for whomever it was to come in.

I'm the only person she trusts not to read her diary so she made me keep it because she fears her brother Jax finds out about her secrets. "Diary huh, never thought someone still writing on diaries in this generation" and they laughed. "Jade please, give that back to me" I requested almost begging. "Aw, let me read a page first," she said and they all cheered. "Let's have a random page, uhm..." Valerie grinned and acted as if thinking. "Open it on the 6th page!" She squealed. "No, please! Just give it back!" I panicked and tried to snatch the book but Enzo quickly held my hand and smirked before letting me go as he walked towards Jade's.

That shallow breath would be his last. Minutes bled into what felt like hours. I watched the ugly, stitched-together gashes on his skin. I watched the unnatural pallor of his face. And I waited. I prayed to the goddess I wasn’t even sure was listening anymore. 'Please. Please don’t take him. Not now. Not after all of this. Please.' Then gradually, color started creeping back into his cheeks, chasing away the grey of near-death. It was like watching a dead flower miraculously regain its bloom. My own breath, which I hadn't realized I was holding, hitched in my throat.

It'll just be us two today, but we'll take one every year when we have children! My voice was cold. "There won't be any children." Steven panicked. "What? No!" I curved my lips. "Remember how you promised you'd come with me for the last day of my grandmother's mourning period?" Steven froze, but I continued, "I lost my baby that day." I pushed past him and walked aside, leaving him outside the door, lost. "I'm sorry…"

Hope stepped forward first. “You taught me that love could hold power. And power could choose peace.” Ethan followed. “You showed me that genius means nothing without gentleness. That legacy without presence is just noise.” Liana shared her gratitude. Ayden offered a poem. Then Grace walked forward slowly, holding something behind her back. “I wrote a new story,” she said. “It’s called The Last Flamekeeper.” She opened her notebook and read: “Once, there were two people who thought they were building a path.

For him. She pulled air into her lungs and rolled weakly onto her back coughing. Above her, stone slowly sealed shut. She was all alone. “Dax,” she whispered, too weak to speak out loud. Panic tightened her throat. She got no answer. She could still fill the bond although faint and distant. It was like a voice through deep water. He was alive but far away. Too far. And she was trapped. Aria forced herself to sit up, ignoring the strong pain slicing through her ribs.

I watched his chest rise and fall as his breathing began to grow shallower, and knew that he would be taking his last breath within the next few seconds. I chuckled to myself, feeling even just a little victorious. If this would be the end of my life, at least I took a monster out of this world with me. The guards grip tightened around my neck at my laugh, and I involuntarily reached to try and pry them off. Failing as my entire body was weakened from being beaten into the ground. The guard laughed at my attempt, the sound revolting as it came from his thin lips, and squeezed my throat even tighter. I tried to suck in one last breath as my air supply was cut off, and my vision began to blur.

The dawn was clean, the sky blue, the city ours. I kissed Marco’s forehead, Mamá’s cheek, Alexander’s lips, Lila’s scarred hand. “It’s over,” I whispered, voice breaking. “We’re free.” But the subway grate hissed one final time. A single red thread drifted out. It landed in the ash. And wrote, in Javier’s handwriting: VOLUME V: THE FINAL HEART. My chest burned. I looked down. A red vein pulsed beneath my skin, right over my heart.