Novel & Cerita One Last Breath Novel

Just as I opened my eyes, I saw a flash of cold light in front of me. Someone was roughly pulling open my collar. "Alec, just bear it a little longer. Stephen's illness came on so suddenly. I need you to give one more bit of your heart's blood." The icy blade sank into my chest, but I could no longer feel the pain. Because just moments ago, I had already died. Princess Jasmine Tolbot gripped the knife and twisted it back and forth inside my chest.

That I’d loved him until my last breath. But all that remained was silence. And he—my husband, my mafia prince, the man who once swore to protect me—was left kneeling over a corpse, too late.

Water rushes through my lungs, cutting off my oxygen. Looking up, I see a blurry form hover over me before it disappears. Within seconds my struggles become sluggish, and the darkness of death overwhelms me. As my life drains, I can’t help be grateful that I had Micah, Sophia, Tate, and Chelsea. I also wish that things had been different between Connor and me. On my last breath, I seize my struggles and let death take me into its arms.

The pain that thumped my heart into skipping several beats only grew the more as I looked to the face of the dying girl, as even in her mother’s arm, with blood rushing out of her mouth and the pain shown so ethereal in her last drawn breaths. She let out a smirk towards my disoriented expression, void of any focus to the insistent yapping from Zayne in the background. Her soft last breaths drew as I was able to read off her dazed lips, murmuring faint words to my distant hearing, moments before guns started blazing. “At least now … she gets to know how it feels.” My heart felt like a vase that had just fallen to the floor from atop a high mountain that I placed it. Everything Zayne said to

He lowered his head and said softly, "Daddy, I can't wake Mommy up. Can you give me your quill?" Casper's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously asked. "What do you mean you can't wake her up? Didn't your mother only donate 400cc worth of blood..." "Casper!" Sydney suddenly cut him off. Casper turned his head, a look of shock on his face. "What is it?" Sydney stiffened and awkwardly changed the subject as she felt Casper's inquisitive look. "Today is New Year's Eve. If Adam gets home late, Winnie will get worried. All he wants is a quill, right? You should hurry and give it to him. Let's not disturb their New Year's celebration."

I never mattered. His phone buzzed briefly. Opening the message, he found it was a collection of surveillance clips his assistant had gathered. They were clips documenting every moment from my final days to my death. One clip showed the white sheet covering my deformed body. Another, me being wheeled into the crematorium. And there, the final parting between me and the world. Under the intense sunlight, Spencer staggered before suddenly crouching down and clutching his head tightly with both hands. He kept repeating in a daze, "How could this happen? How could she really be gone? Didn't you always say you're invincible, like a heroine?"

The man beside me is cold. Not sleeping-cold. Not early-morning chill. Dead-cold. I know before I open my eyes. My body always knows first—my skin humming with the familiar, sickening quiet that follows. The silence after a heartbeat stops. The silence after I take something I never meant to claim. I lie still, staring at the ceiling of the rented room, counting my breaths like it might undo what I’ve done. One. Two. Three. The air smells wrong—iron threaded through sweat and cheap soap. My throat tightens.

A single, final tear fell from his clouded eyes. He took one last breath and closed his eyes forever.

I felt like life was seeping away from me. I feared I wasn't going to make it. The harder it felt leaving without seeing Talia, the faster my grip loosened on life. “Come on, you can make it, don't give up on us Maxton.” Johnny tried to keep me awake. He tapped my shoulders gently but I was numb. My senses took the first fall before I actually did. “Ambulance. Somebody get help, quick?” O'Neil blared through the air. Everything turned pitch black for a second as I blinked slowly. I tried to hold on for much longer, but I finally took my last breath, my arms slipping off their grasp as I fell into turgid darkness.

The air around him shifts again, power gathering one last time, darker than anything before, heavier, more violent, like everything he has been holding back is about to be unleashed at once A final strike A final attempt A final chance to end this I feel it building I feel it coming And this time I do not brace I do not step back I step forward Because if this is where it ends Then it ends with me standing Not running Not breaking Not falling But fighting Until the very last breath Until the very last moment Until there is nothing left between us But who survives And who does not