Oscar Wilde Final Words Novels & Stories

"I love you." Teravon's infamous underworld leader took her own life at that moment. Her eyes were filled with disbelief and heartbreak, as if she couldn't be at peace even in death. In her final moments, all she wanted was to hear me say I loved her, yet seeing her face filled me with nothing but disgust. Lilian died with her face contorted in excruciating pain, her spirit restless to the very end. The final words she ever heard were from the man she loved, telling her that she was disgusting.

after saying that he turned and went back to what he was doing. I knew he had just dismissed me, and I knew what his last comment was about, he had just in a few words told me that I was dying and there was nothing to be done about it, all I could do was to put my affairs in order and prepare to die! I turned and headed out putting the balm in my pocket, Candace was still in the car just as I instructed him to be. “How was it sir!?” He asked immediately I got in, the man was a true worrier

Thinking back to how strangely the prince behaved this morning, made me revisit my earlier feelings of suspicion. “The poor guy looked like he was on the verge of passing out?” I confessed. His smug smile remained firmly fixed on his face. “Really? Any idea as to why?” I leaned back into my chair and shrugged my shoulders. “Could have been from all the photos I had posted around the drawing room at the time,” I said casually. “Agatha Wilde’s body was not exactly in the most pristine shape when it was discovered.” The corner of his right slightly twitched. “Photos?”

I exclaimed, my own voice shattering with terror and longing. He reached out, brushing tears from my face. “I have to, Audrey. Trust that our love is strong enough to hold us together. I’ll be back for you—always.” The last words echoed in my mind: "The final reckoning is near." I closed my eyes and prayed our love would be strong enough to see us through the horrors to come.

Never say the words that mattered most. "I love you," he whispered. But Laura couldn't hear him. She was too far away. And he was dying in this dark place. With only his guilt and regret for company. The blade cut again. And again. And Nikolai closed his eyes. Ready for the end. But hoping somehow, someway, Laura would know the truth. That his last thought was of her.

She looked around the house one more time, every polished surface mocking her years of devotion. "Goodbye Lucien...and I hope, we never meet again" she muttered, her voice breaking but firm. And then she stepped out, the heavy doors shutting behind her, sealing the end of her life as Mrs Voss.

He had shattered the most precious thing in his world with his own two hands. Now, all he could do was taste the bitter fruit of his own making, here in the mud. “I… was wrong…” His last words were swallowed by the storm. His eyes slowly closed, never to open again.

Then I moved closer to him again and sat so close to him and placed my arm around his shoulder. “Honey, I know how worried you are, but I’m sure this letter is just to cloud your thoughts and judgements. Just so you won’t be able to make a better plan.” Elias rose to his feet abruptly and slid both hands into each pocket, then turned to me with a firm expression on his face. “This is my final world. We are not going on any journey. May her soul rest in peace.”

He asked in wonder as he turned to look back at us, and he looked at himself in shock, seeing that his hands were starting to fade. I was too stunned to speak, and both OJ and Marcella were curious to know what was going on. "Am I dying? Damn, I guess this is it." The panicking guy said and looked at us for the last time and smiled, and he said, "Good luck with your lives, gays! I guess this is my final adiós. Ciao!" "Goodbye!" OJ and I muttered, still shocked with what we had witnessed, and he totally disappeared.

TW: Mention of suicide God must have taken pity on a poor soul like me. Last night, in the dark and gloomy room where I always stayed alone, I ended my own life. The me who was weak and can't express myself, the me who had no courage to do what I wanted, and the me who can easily be manipulated by the people who wanted to use me... yes, that's me, and I long to end this misery. "On the eve of Sunday, the spouse of Niel Noah, the grandson of Noah Enterprise, perished. It was presumed that the omega has taken his own life-"