Oscar Wilde Final Words Novels & Stories

So how did he survive till eighty-two years old? But... If it was not caused by Heart Eater, then what on earth were these black spots? At this time, Wilbur slowly turned his head until he was facing Thomas and said, “Leave this place, young man. Do not even try to conquer Celandine City. This is unlike any other place you have seen. The waters here run deep.” Perhaps it was normal for a man to be kind to others at the end of his life. Or perhaps, these were the last words of Wilbur’s painful life.

Finally, I was able to run towards Olis as she fell. “N-no…no….Olis..no!” I started crying again. Olis looked at me, "I know you…..did not do those things," she said, struggling and started to cough blood. "Y-you have to hide. At El Desierto….y-you will be…this w-world is not for us…run!" she said and coughed more blood. I heard more knights approaching. I held on to her and shook my head violently. She just looked at me sadly. She burst into tears and hugged her….for the last time.

There was so much he wanted to say. “Vivienne, I’m sorry. I know I failed you. Even if this is our final moments, please don’t leave me. And please… don’t hate me…” His final words were so faint, sounding like a desperate plea. I looked at him, keeping silent for a long pause. “I will stay here until your father arrives. But Nikolai, you have to know we ended long ago.” A mere month later, Nikolai closed his eyes forever. Before he passed, he wanted to say one last thing to me, but I refused. He could only pick up a pen and paper, struggling to write—I’m sorry.

This was a chess game that was destined to end at a stalemate from the very beginning. Every day since returning to Alden City, I'd wondered whether my ending would've been different if I'd rejected Eugene's mango cake that day. My guess was that it would have. I climbed over the railing around the roof, which was six stories high. In the past, it was a height that made my legs tremble. Now, I looked down, feeling unbelievably light and relaxed. I was exhausted. Everyone said death was a coward's choice, but I disagreed. Who would want to give up on life if they had other options? Who would choose death if there was still a chance to turn things around?

‘He requested half a day off for you,’ Wilda added. Alessia felt extremely embarrassed. ‘He said it’s up to you if you want to go. He’ll give you five minutes, and if you don’t show up by then, he’ll leave. He won’t be angry if you don’t go.’ Alessia hesitated for a moment. ‘Should I go?’ Wilda smiled. ‘Mr. Wilde said that he’s at his wits’ end because he just can’t find the right way to court you properly.’ Alessia paused.

Jaxon's eyes stayed locked on the death notice. "Time of death: October 10th, 2025. 4:23 am." His fingers clenched around the paper, but his hands wouldn't stop shaking. "Dead? Is she really dead?" His voice cracked and carried a tremor even he didn't notice. Winston lowered his head and replied in a heavy tone, "Yes, Mr. Wilde. The hospital confirmed that Mrs. Emberlyn didn't pass in peace."

"How were things handled for Kay? Where's she laid to rest? Winston asked, choking back tears. "Ms. Greenfield's matters have all been sorted," the nurse said, casting a glance at him. "But I have no idea where she's been laid to rest. She specifically said she didn't want anyone bothering her." "What about her last words?" Winston asked, not ready to give up. "Did she leave any message for me?" "No," the nurse said, shaking her head. She hesitated before finally passing him a phone. "This is all she left behind. She asked me to burn it, but I just couldn't bring myself to wipe every trace of her from this world. That just seemed too sad…"

She said, her voice coming out more like a whisper. Oscar held her tightly to himself... His hands trembling as he saw her bleeding. "No. No Althea, don't do this... don't do this.." He says in a cracked voice. " I'm sorry Oscar... I'm sorry!" Those were her final words before going unconscious.

"Soon, we'll get rid of the abominations who have done this to you. However, you must stop trying to speak." I watched with regret as the spark in his eyes began to dim ever so slow, indicating he was now halfway through the line that separated life from death. "I wish you knew." His voice was coarse and low as he spoke. With aid from my trembling fingers, he caressed my face tenderly, like he wanted to take a lasting picture before he passed away. Suddenly, he bore a faraway look on his face as he stared into space. "You're still as gorgeous as ever, Tilda."

It was the only thing he could manage to say. Every bit of him was screaming with hallowed pain, and he feared death would knock on his door. “I-I’m s-sorry.” It was the last thing she said, as her puzzled body shrank. A strong breeze of wind danced around them. The pressure forced her pieces away from each other until she was reduced to ashes. Vladimir fell face-down to the ground as Zheira’s presence totally vanished. And words formed amongst the floating ashes. Till we meet again…