Our Last Days Novels & Stories

And that’s the thing about change, I hate it. end of flashback So that’s brings us to the following morning, the eighth day. The day that the doctors deemed the last day intervention could work. Mum and Dad are not getting better, they’re only getting worse. And we are going to lose both of them. Both of them. Damien, Cole, Tate and me we are going to wake up tomorrow with no parents.

Late one night, I came across a post asking everyone to share their wedding photos. I was about to leave mine in the comments when I saw a pinned reply. It was a set of wedding photos of my wife and my cousin. My mind went blank. I clicked into the poster's profile. There were more than a hundred posts, and almost all of them were wedding photos. I scrolled all the way down and opened the first one. At the top of the comments was a message from my childhood best friend: [Finally public! I've been waiting forever for this. Wishing you two a lifetime together!] Right below it was my mother's comment: [You both look wonderful. Take good care of each other.] There were also comments f

“imagine it took you months to get Andre to finally look at you, and then he later found out you were sick, and he abandoned you. You would have waisted much time, when you hardly have any. You don’t need to waste time on him. When you hear, this life is short...” Emma spread her arm on the air dramatically looking into space. “Only people like us, who is dying or who has loved ones that are dying knows the pain behind those words. So there is no time to waste. If you wanna experience dating before you die, you go for who's ready and who is ready you go for.

I said to him. "Fine." Christian replied. "Sorry about that, this is going to be the last time I ever say such a thing to you. Is that okay?'' I considered for a moment before nodding my head. "Yes. It's for the best." At my response, he walked out of the door leaving me to wonder if the decision I just made was the best or something I would be joining to my list of regrets. Great, Belle. Great. ************************* The days passed by swiftly without Christian and I saying more than ten words to each other everyday. His birthday was drawing closer and I had no idea how his progress with the takeover was coming along.

It was Mike's unwavering concern for his patients that brought me back. I had been pulled to his side and found him drowning in alcohol. He was holding my photo. He cursed me even in death for giving him one last task to complete. I never realized my death would affect him so deeply. Yet, even then, the only thing my foolish heart longed for was to see William one last time. Tonight, Mike and William had coincidentally run into each other. Before I could even feel any joy at getting my wish granted, I heard William’s voice. It was filled with deep hatred and disgust.

would no longer appear together. I actually felt calmer now that it had come to this. I'd had enough of feeling sorry for myself and beating myself up. - It was the twenty-sixth day of the countdown to the end of the waiting period and also the first day of the holiday. Jason's vacation was very enjoyable. He had practically gone to every fun place in the city in a single day. I was not jealous. Oceanton was beautiful, but I was already tired of it. After the divorce, maybe I should go to Medhel and see a different world. I even started humming as I thought about it.

And I spoke. And the world didn’t end. His name is Nico Reed. And neither did his. 24 days left. And today proved it: We can survive the stand.

"𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦" But I can misheard too,he won't say this..will he??.... ******* Time is flying really fast.... It's july 5th now... Things are really better now...i am happy... We both are now working in a plan to save his company... In August their is a big event and it's his last hope.... I don't know what's waiting for us in this month.... But I hope everything falls into its right place before the time ends 'Before our time ends'

Something he’d always done since our dating days. “Last full day,” he said quietly. Not sad. I'm just aware. “Not the last one like this,” I replied. “Just the first.” He kissed my temple, and Chen smeared strawberry jam on my jeans. It was perfect. Our final hour in Taupō unfolded like a quiet goodbye sung in golden light. We returned to the suite to pack. Dante was folding clothes with surprising tenderness, Chen dancing in and out of rooms with a sock on his head pretending to be a “laundry monster,” and I was carefully wrapping the little stones Chen had gathered on the hike.

All to myself, by myself. It was full of laughter and food and stolen kisses under ancient bridges. It was late nights wandering cobblestone streets, hand in hand, whispering dreams into the dark. It was waking up tangled together in sheets, sunlight painting our skin gold. It was healing. It was hope. It was us. 7 days.. It went by like a second before my eyes.. Today is the last night we are gonna spend here.. Tomorrow is our flight to Italy.. As Dante's wedding is approaching, we'll directly fly to Italy for the wedding.. Everyone already moved there so we are the last ones..