One Last Pic And I'll Be Gone Novels & Stories

It was only right that my joke of a life ended here too. I sat in my car and took out my phone. I sent one last message to Simon. "Tell her... I'm finally letting her go. Tell her she was the only part of me that was ever real. And tell her not to look for me in the next life. She deserves peace."

68 : "End" End 68 Nathan was the last one for the shoot and I was amazed that the photos of Gage and me turned out pretty great. It's either Gage did a great job on pretending to be in love with me or maybe Dillion's just the greatest photographer and took the photos from amazing angles. Either way, the photos were magnificent and I wanna save them on my phone.

“That would take a long time to explain. Just know that this will be the last time you see me.” That meant what she no it could to go back or no Could I go back? “But what if we have more questions?” I blurted out. “Will you be able to come back if I text you again?” “The phone only works once,” she explained. “You can send a message to this number, but I won't receive it. As I he said before, this will be the last turn what you you will see me. My powers will not allow me to return.”

When they rushed him to the hospital, the doctor determined he was fighting some serious demons in his mind. No one wanted to give up on Patrick, but Patrick had given up on himself. He slipped away when the coast was clear and bolted from the hospital. He ended it all right there at my grave. Died with that same stupid grin on his face. It made me think of something someone had said long ago: “A traitor’s fate is doom.” Too bad he had to mess up my trip down under. ‘Patrick, why can’t you leave me alone even in death? This is just my bad luck.’

My soul floated in the air, my heart aching as I watched this scene. Was this still my dear, beloved Adam? My baby boy, who would cry if dinner was even a little late? How could he have become like this when I had only been gone for three days? The phone screen suddenly lit up, revealing the family photo used as its wallpaper. It had been taken in a cozy room—Casper Hawthorne still had his arm around me and our son, the two of them laughing at the camera while I was still asleep. Their similar faces showed the same cheerfulness.

"I promise. I won't keep you waiting for too long. I'll definitely find you within this lifetime. And as always, the spot by my side will be awaiting your claim." A sunny and charming smile bloomed on Arias' face. Though small, it was her first genuine smile since four years ago. It blew away the biting cold rooted in her heart, and it seemed to illuminate the darkness around them. A tear streaked down her cheek, but this time it felt warm and her feet no longer tingled. Her nasally voice choked out her goodbye. "Then I'll be waiting for you." As daylight began to break through the dense shadows that enclosed them, Amon chuckled.

he whispers and walk away a head of me. I feel something deep behind those words but it really pains me. I have to let go of Aiden. “I love you” I whisper before I walk and follow my brother. *** Aiden’s Point of view “Hello guys this will be our last song and our goodbye” Aiden said and make everyone here show their sad reaction. Sadly, we will disband and this will be our last play. "Please enjoy our last song, and thank you for all your support."

A tiny list titled “Things I Want to Do If I Have to Leave.” There were five items. Four were already crossed off: Make Noah’s favorite breakfast. Buy the Transformer X-10. Cook beef wellington for Liam one last time. Write a small letter to Emily, even if she might not read it right away. Only one remained: “See them smile before I go.” I held my phone tighter. I didn’t know if I’d get to cross that one off. But I would try.

She gave him her beauty. She gave him her dreams. She even gave him six years of her life. In return, Michael Sterling gave Meritt a mansion, a black card, and a marriage built entirely on pity. He never loved her. While she hid her scars and waited for her husband to see her as a woman, his heart remained with his first love, Stella. Then, on their sixth wedding anniversary, Meritt finally sees the truth—and something inside her breaks. A forgotten dream offers her a way back into the singing career she lost in the fire. Her flight to Italy is in thirty days. So Meritt makes a decision. Thirty days to reclaim her voice. Thirty days to rebuild her life. Thirty days to divorce the man wh

I said to him. "Fine." Christian replied. "Sorry about that, this is going to be the last time I ever say such a thing to you. Is that okay?'' I considered for a moment before nodding my head. "Yes. It's for the best." At my response, he walked out of the door leaving me to wonder if the decision I just made was the best or something I would be joining to my list of regrets. Great, Belle. Great. ************************* The days passed by swiftly without Christian and I saying more than ten words to each other everyday. His birthday was drawing closer and I had no idea how his progress with the takeover was coming along.