Oscar Wilde Final Words Novels & Stories

Baz could no longer contain his anger as he reprimanded Oswald, “How foolish could you be! You could’ve asked Mr. Cedric for help instead! Instead, you choose to believe some woman who you’ve never even met?” “That woman on the phone even gave me 3 million dollars just to persuade me. She told me that my grandson would be promised a privileged life. “In the end, I was just an idiot tempted by her wealth and promise to save my grandson. I was even willing to kill just to get what I wanted! I’m a horrible person!” Oswald kept shaking his head in regret. Unfortunately, it was meaningless. Oswald felt so much shame that he decided to kill himself. He stood up and dashed toward a nearby pillar. C

Then I'll think of a problem that isn't a problem yet. They did not notice the door closing as the camera flashed. * "I wish you had died why haven't you grown old yet! But it's okay, you can't do anything now you're useless and lying there in your bed and you can't do what we're going to do to your dearest Granddaughter!"

"I’m just the guy who’s going to turn out the lights." He raised the sledgehammer, the "230k-word" journey reaching its second, and final, point of "Liquidation." The ghost of Thomas Hawke watched from the flickering static, a silent "Message in the Dust" that was finally ready to be forgotten.

And in those final seconds before his consciousness faded, only one thought remained in his mind. "I'd never be able to paint Tessa again. "Tessa, this is it, our final goodbye."

, she said and turned around, her voice loud and clear. “burn this place to the ground and kill everyone on sight, let the war begin!!”. There was a loud roar from the warriors who were blood thirsty and high on killing as they scattered all over, killing everyone on sight. “finish him, Maximillian, he must not live”, she warned. “you heard the lady, it’s time to meet your maker”, Maximillian said and raised his sword high in the air. “please spare my children, I beg of you”. Was Da Vinci’s last words.

She demonstrated that she remained true to herself, even in the face of pain. They spent that night reading through Victoria's final entries. They were on the lookout for proof of her competency. Finding something more complicated. Three weeks before death: "The morphine makes everything soft. But my mind is clear. My mind is clearer than it has been in years. I'm dying. Finally able to be honest about what I've done. About what I've destroyed."

Oswald pulled Elsie slowly from his embrace and looked at her with loving eyes and he said to her, I thought I would never see you again before I die. Elsie smiled and asked, Why so? You and I can’t die separately, you die and I die too. Don’t forget that you haven’t given me a child yet. Someone who will make me live on when you are gone. So, I came to either die or live with you. The man sneered and threatened, You both aren’t getting out of here even with your ghost won’t leave this place. You are welcome Miss Elsie, you were the one that we wanted, I guess catch the hen and the chicken will follow is a true saying.

To become someone who could stand here without breaking. Lucien’s grave was simple, black marble, his name etched clean, no epitaph. Just dates. A life reduced to numbers. She knelt. Placed the roses at the base. For a long moment she didn’t speak. Just looked. At the man who had caged her. At the man who had tried to break her. At the man who had died smiling, believing he’d won. Ophelia exhaled. Long. Slow. Then, softly, she spoke.

I look at her. "He died this morning," she says. "Talia said it was quiet. He was sleeping and then he was not." She pauses. "She said the last thing he said, the night before, was the seven words." I look at her. "She kept going and so will they all," Selene says. "Yes," I say. She comes into the room. She sits in her chair. She does not pick up the continuation record. She does not pick up the notebook. She just sits.

She thought back to the time when she had been a reckless princess who punished me, her consort, again and again on a whim, trampling on my dignity and crushing my pride without a second thought. Abigail forced out the words, her voice dry and strained. "How could this happen… I clearly ordered them not to hurt him at all. How did it come to this?" But now, my body was covered in wounds, utterly broken. Abigail's throat tightened, her voice shaking terribly. "How could Oscar take his own life? He told me that his life was something his dad had prayed and begged for, so he would treasure it. He said he was going to travel the world with his dad one day to repay him for everything."