Our Last Days Novels & Stories

Her eyes when my cum fills her are wide and full of love. I don't see a better way for a night to end. The three of us, collapsed in a heap as we live out our last day at home pack before we head straight to what may or may not be our deaths. I know we are all thinking it, but we don't dare say it.

The Last Days At Reekfield's is a series that is completely incomparable, given the perfect blend of love with studies, mysteries - which must be unfolded - and adventures. Chapter One It was a chilly winter morning. Juliet grumbled as her best friend shook her violently. "Hey, get up! We are going to be late for school if you spend another minute in that bed." Jane's voice came to her. That instant, Juliet sprung out of her bed and stared at her friend lazily.

they all replied happily. TBC THE LAST DAY BRIDE A LITTLE FROM THE PREVIOUS EPISODE "Thank you so much ma, I owe you a lot", Rissa mumbled cheerily and caressed Tracy and Billy, "You are such an angel for saving us, thank you so much ma". Tracy and Billy said "Fine guys, you are all welcome, can we go?" Mrs Elizabeth asked jokingly "Yes ma, they all replied happily", THE STORY CONTINUES "Do you know that since the time I saw you?"I knew you will be the one to save us, and now it happens, am so thankful to you Rissa".

It had all our rare moments together over the last three years. There was footage of Blake patiently training me under the moonlight, our first hunting trip when he protected me, and the first time he gave me a birthday gift. When I thought of all that and as I watched what was supposed to be my farewell turn into their celebration, my chest ached. I wondered if Blake even remembered that this was the last event I would ever plan for the pack. While he was getting cozy with Wendy, did it ever cross his mind that we still had three days left before the contract ended and our bond officially broke?

The opening sealed shut behind them both. Silence swallowed the facility whole. Then every screen flared to life one last time, displaying a single final message: DAY SEVEN HAS BEGUN. THE ORIGINAL IS COMING. AND IT KNOWS HER NAME.

A werewolf only has one fated mate in their lifetime. But my Alpha husband Derek refused to acknowledge me. All because I was human. Six years ago, to be with him, I was forced to sign a humiliating breeding contract with the pack elders. Bear an heir within one year: receive ten million. Bear an heir within three years: receive three million. If no pregnancy occurred within six years, I could not interfere with my husband's affairs outside the marriage. Derek's eyes burned red as he roared at me: "Did you become my mate because of me, or because of the Thorn Pack's fortune?!" From that day on, to punish me, he deliberately brought his assistant Camilla to every event, doting on her ri

"No, it's fine. You clearly need whatever space you're taking right now, and I'm not going to sit here and beg you to explain something you apparently can't even explain to yourself." I left before he could say anything else, and I drove home with my hands too tight on the wheel again, the same way they'd been that very first afternoon outside St. Andrew's, except this time the tears that came weren't shock, they were something quieter and more exhausted, grief for a bridge I'd genuinely believed we were finally building.

~Two days later~ ••Luciana•• Today was our last day in New York. Yesterday had been a complete blur of regret and pain. My head had felt like it was being punished personally for my poor life choices. Roman had left early for business, and I hadn’t even tried to follow. When I finally opened my eyes wide, my head throbbed. I turned to check my phone on the bedstand, next to it I saw a bottle of water and some meds. Roman. May his soul be blessed. Doesn't it feels strange he has been acting sweet recently?

He reached back in and brought out a box which he opened for me to see the largest, juiciest, most decadent chocolate-covered strawberries a girl could imagine. Thinking back on that day, it really ought to have been the best day ever. But there were so many more days to come—word of advice: never sell yourself short on your best day ever. Keep looking for that next best day and living for the future rather than reliving the past as your only good day. I still had a wedding to plan for and a whole life with this adorable, loving, romantic man.

Next day (London) Arjun - He landed in New York with his two best friends Rohan and Siddharth. It's been so long since they three had travelled together. So they were planning to enjoy this trip for the fullest. And also this will be Arjuns last trip before he gets married. It was only 2 PM and they have about 2 hours for their meeting. So they went to a hotel and had their lunch.