Oscar Wilde Final Words Novels & Stories

she said Cathelina Bright. "I'm sorry," Cathelina Bright said, covering her mouth with her palm. "I've seen this movie too many times and I'm constantly moved by it, so I couldn't help but say too much." She turned to Wills Waltson after she finished speaking and said: "Wills, you remain the finest. How can you be so coy about the finale of a movie that you already know?" Isn't this not the movie they'd seen together? She grew even more depressed as she reflected on this.

“I’ll be damned if I ever let Walden see this letter! DAMNED!!!” Finally finding what she was looking for, she smirked as she held out the paper in the flames of the lighter she’d turned on, watching as the white paper gradually turned to ashes dropping on the ground, until there was nothing left of it. “Sorry dear princess, but I’m afraid dear Walden won’t be coming to rescue you…” **********

His condition was worsening with every word he spoke, his eyes were getting heavier with no trace of light in them. With his remaining energy he struggled to explain something to them. Putting together every ounce of energy he had left words tumbled out of his mouth. "The-the sea of dead...is...merciless to its travellers. You will only have one day to find the book...and...come out of the desert safely." "With every moment that...that passes, the more traces of your existence will...disappear," with these last words, the old man closed his eyes forever. Witnessing the tragic death of a great scholar who once happened to be well known and admired by many people for a long time, somewhere sho

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

I froze, to shocked to blink. “If this surprises you so much then wait till you see Daisy. You will get to see her soon enough . Look if you see here to feel sorry for me, leave I don’t red your pity. You have Oscala to love you when I’m gone so don’t bother pretending like you will miss me or something. I blame myself for being part of your harem so you can be happy. I’m kind of glad I’m dying, perhaps the goddess will give me a better mare in my next life. One that won’t claim she loves me and still want to be with other wolves.”

Derek didn't protest, he faded into the background, watching me cradle with Williams' hands until I lifted my head to find that he was no longer there. He had slipped through the door, giving us the privacy we needed. I turned back to Williams again, “In two weeks time I'm going to be dead. I should write you a letter at least to tell you all the things I didn't get to tell you before I left.” I grabbed a pen and a journal, my hands scribbling the first few paragraphs and then I lowered the book to my thighs, breaking down in tears, as my shoulders shuddered painfully. I couldn't believe this. I couldn't believe this was how I would end.

She simply turned and walked away, her footsteps fading into the night as if she’d just completed an ordinary chore. I lay there, my hands still pressed weakly to my neck, the world around me growing dimmer, the edges of my vision darkening. *Was this it? How I would die?* Too many thoughts and questions swirled in my head, but there were no answers in sight. With the last ounce of strength I had left, I muttered one final word, my voice barely a breath. “I’m… sorry.” And then—nothing.

His old hunting rifle still smoked. He looked directly at Richard. "You've destroyed enough lives." Richard staggered backward toward the broken lighthouse window. He smiled weakly. "You may stop me..." "...but Edward Carter is already waiting." With those final words, the weakened floor beneath him gave way. Richard lost his balance. He reached for the edge— But found nothing. He disappeared through the shattered window, falling toward the crashing waves below. Emma stood frozen. The room became silent except for the sound of the ocean. Then she turned toward the woman Oliver had just freed.

His voice turned to ice. “He’s already dead. He just hasn’t stopped breathing yet.” That night I dreamed of two men standing over a crib. One with Czar’s eyes. One with Nathaniel’s smile. And a baby who looked at both and called them both “Daddy.” I woke screaming. Czar was already gone. On the pillow: a note in his handwriting. Gone to end this. Stay inside. I love you more than vengeance. Remember that. I ran to the window. The yacht was gone.

He didn't realize he was cradling the very fuse that would ignite his funeral pyre. I took a final sip of the scotch, the burn a welcome distraction from the hollow ache in my chest. “Checkmate, Vincenzo,” I murmured to the empty room. “You just don't know it yet.”