Oscar Wilde Final Words Novels & Stories

‘I will have my way… eventually’ was his last words before he slumped to the ground. There was silence all round and everyone just stared at the two men on the floor. ‘Is he dead?’ Olivia whispered and almost at her response Dante chest rose and fell. ‘He is just unconscious’ Aidan said barely standing straight. Hoshi went to support him ‘Is it finally over?’ Suzy peeped from behind me with her hands covering her ears. ‘It is sweetie, he can’t hurt us anymore’ I hugged her glad this whole thing is finally over.

Odette assures me, our earlier jokes a distant memory now. Frowning, I return my gaze to the elegant she-wolf. “Do you know how many “last moments” I’ve had?” I ask solemnly, “How many times I’ve been so certain I was about to die; that I’ve seen my life flash before my eyes and said my final prayers?” “I know my darling.” Odette’s eyes are full of sympathy, but no pity. “Even one time would be too many.”

I muttered trying hard to complete my statement but i couldn't. My throat felt hooked and my mouth..numb. I guess that's the limit...there is nothing i can say or do anymore. I gasp.. I smiled as i felt life slipped away from me finally. My eyes shut..and i knew that was the end. "Daisy!" I faintly heard them scream before i could hear nothing no more. Stapsy ❣️ 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭 . . . . To be continued

In a small whisper, “I wish you are healed. I wish for you to come back to me.” There was no words from him any longer, he went totally silent. No air came through his mouth, no breaths from him to keep me sane, his heart rate stilled and no single beat. No! ‘I think the universe wanted him to have a last word with you was why he was able to talk to you when his soul was already long gone. I’m sorry Myra, I too can no longer feel his wolf.’ No! “No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I leached into a painful scream. The END.

"Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic" ~ Oscar Wilde My soft sobs fill the empty room, my tear filled eyes fall on Ray's empty bed, I wish she was here with me right now, I feel so alone right now. I think it's better she doesn't see me before I leave, what can the poor girl do herself to save me? At the end we are all just maids.

His one true love, and the woman he had talked about right up until his very last breath. According to Beatrice, right before Degas had passed, he had sat up abruptly and called out his wife’s name. In Beatrice’s words, he had reached for something—or someone—that no one else could see, and then he had smiled, laid back down, and shut his eyes forever. Wherever he went, whether it was with the Moon Goddess or into oblivion, I hoped that he was with her. A heavy silence had fallen over the gathered crowd as we all watched Beatrice approach the pyre with slow, hesitant steps. Her hands shook as she walked up the path to the pyre, but no one said a word, not wanting to rush her at this moment.

Let's allow the young man to rest in peace instead of spreading misleading information about his untimely death. Scorpion: @Conor I refuse to bandy words with a fool. It's your brain that is dead, not the CEO of the Wilson industry. Nonsense! Splashy Queen: Oh my God! This can't be true. Someone should please wake me up from this bad dream. How can the cream of the crop and the most eligible bachelor in the entire world die just like that? I'm going down with him too. What am I living for? I must join him!

Ignoring his dark thoughts, he unfolded the letter. "I can sense the rage seething inside you, Killian. By the time this letter finds you, I will already be dead, and you’ll be denied the grim pleasure of ending my life yourself. I can almost feel the fury radiating from you. You must be wondering why I chose to end my life after escaping you. The answer is simple: I knew my fate was sealed. I knew that if you got your hands on me, my last moments would be a living nightmare. I refuse to face the brutal agony you would have inflicted on me. I’d rather die now than give you the pleasure of making me suffer.Don’t mistake this for my defeat, Killian. This isn’t the end. It’s just the beginning

“If I win this, will you give me one chance? Please?” I kept quiet, but Bennet grew visibly anxious. “Ms. Sheargold, Mr. Castillo is holding his own life hostage to manipulate you. This is absurd!” Even as Bennet spoke, Hugh fired the second shot. There was only one shot left. Tonight was the night I had agreed to meet Wilde. I truly had no time to indulge this spectacle. Just as I turned to leave, a deafening blast rang out behind me. Panicked shouts from the crowd followed. Hugh’s final shot had struck him dead in the chest.

Centuries from now, even if technology advances and cancer becomes curable, please don't thaw me. "Jess, you were my only connection to this world. Now, that connection is severed, and I no longer care about the world. I've returned to my closet. It's small, enclosed, and safe—just like it used to be. I'll sleep a very, very long sleep, and I don't wish to wake up again. "Before I fall into that final slumber, let me offer one last blessing to the person I love most. Jess, I wish you a happy marriage. May your life ahead be filled with joy and free from regrets. Yours, Edgar."