One Last Stop Novels & Stories

Silver light engulfed him. “…I choose to stay.” The black eye suddenly widened. Its voice held an alarm. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Noxaris slowly raised his hand. And the entire sky stopped moving. Every crack froze. Every star became still. Even time seemed to hesitate. The Last of the First Ones looked directly at the End. Then he spoke. His voice echoed like a vow. “This time…” Silver light consumed the heavens. ”…you don’t get to them.” And then Noxaris smiled. And snapped his fingers.

It’s the last good one left. An X graces my screen. I breathe in a sigh of relief. The last two people gasp, and one starts crying. Wait, are they both leaving? Much to my surprise, they both get off the train, greeted by the people outside. Warm coats are placed over their shoulders. The train leaves again. Realisation hits me, once the train glides through the last good station, not bothering to stop. I’m the last one on the train, heading straight toward Time’s territory.

Yeah, let's just do this to keep her happy. Just one more shop, Kiara, one more and then it's bye bye to this hell. We got into the car and then we drove off. “So Kiara, are you not curious just where the last stop would be, huh?” she asked with a smirk on her face. I honestly do not care but from her look right now I think I should care, a lot too. “And just where is this last shop we will be visiting?” I asked. “ Well, it's the Dark Sky clothing,” she responded with a massive smile.

The year Chelsea Shelton, a Hawthorne Bay heiress, hated me more than ever, she brought home one guy after another. And after she was done with them, she made me pay them off. I'd cursed, fought, even landed in the hospital after throwing hands with escorts. Eventually, I stopped caring and signed one million-dollar check after another. All so she'd keep paying Dad's medical bills. Then Dad went into cardiac arrest again. He was critical. Hands shaking, I called Chelsea. She told the hospital to kick him out of the ICU. "Rowyn Reynaud, that's not how you beg. I don't like it." I tore home through the rain and begged her to let him stay. She made me stand outside all night and liste

11:59 p.m. "Happy 10th anniversary, my girlfriend!" With Blake West's handsome face before me and our friends watching expectantly, I closed my eyes and made a wish over the candles. 12:00 a.m. Blake immediately reached over and carefully removed the tiara tangled in my hair without pulling a single strand. His charming eyes curved into a teasing smile. "Happy breakup, ex-girlfriend." The private room erupted in cheers. "It's that time of year again! Congrats, Blake. You're a free man!" "Bets are open! If you think they'll get back together, place your bets with me. If you think they won't, go see Brooks!" Amid the flashing lights and pounding music, I remained quietly in my seat as

"Fine. Go ahead. Don't slack off." I carried one small bag out the front door. The airport was next. As my car pulled away, I saw their car heading the other direction. Full of laughter. Heading toward Grace. Four hours later, the ceremony ended. Four hours later, I landed in the South. My phone buzzed. "Eleanor. We'll be late. Skip the pickup and tea ceremony. Handle the venue yourself. Grace needs us here." I read it twice. Then I blocked him. Vera hugged me. "Let's go."

It was a list of how he wanted to make me hate him. The words were scribbled, and some were already muddied from water… No, tears. His tears. "Throw the album away (Completed)." "Destroy her manuscript (Completed)." "Cheat on her (In progress)." The last line made my pupils narrow. My phone buzzed at the same time. "I only have four days left. She brought up divorce yesterday, but the progress bar showed that she didn't hate my guts. I'm going for the final step. I found an actor who'd work with me. I'm bringing her home this afternoon."

Kenny said. Opal then said, "We called you dozens of times the day they left to get you home for one last meal so you could say a proper goodbye, but you didn't pick up even once. What's the use of panicking now? Finish the wedding first. We'll go to Espada later, and you can explain everything properly to the Greens then." Every word felt like a burn, searing Nelson's heart. The moment he thought that the chance of ever seeing Sinead again was almost zero, his hands started to shake.

The temperature dropped with every mile. Four hours in, my stomach gave a loud, treacherous growl. Killian glanced at me, a smirk tugging at his lips. "The twins are hungry?" "They want grease," I admitted. "Burgers. Fries. A milkshake. The healthy stuff isn't cutting it right now." "Your wish is my command," Killian said. He pulled off the highway at a flickering neon sign: THE LAST STOP DINER. It was a run-down place on the edge of the unclaimed territories—a lawless zone where rogues and exiles lived. The parking lot was full of rusted motorcycles and beat-up trucks.

Not the old one. Something better. Something that had been there all along. Waiting for her to stop performing long enough to hear it. THE END