Our Last Days Novels & Stories

HAYDEN’S POV: The bass from that fucking campus club was still rattling around inside my skull, matching the rhythmic, heavy throb of the tequila flowing through my veins. It was our last night in this godforsaken town. Our last night in this camp before we packed up every single piece of baggage literal and emotional and drove the hell out of here toward the United FC facility. We had spent the last four hours drinking like the world was ending, celebrating the fact that we were finally free.

Chapter Fifteen Anders “Last day. Such a nice vacation.” Qyler teased as he stretched his hands and fell in stride with me. I grunted in response, muttering some words of greetings to the other Representatives who were hurrying to the meeting hall. It was our last day on the Island, and I just wanted to get through it and return home. Well, not home, but to Marguerite. If she didn’t move out of my house the moment we got back, that is.

I took it and chugged it immediately down. “What is happening now?” I asked him. “We are spending our last night with you now. The elders have given you something to make you strong again. For the last few hours that you have left.” Julian replied. “Shit.” I muttered. My last day in this world. Suddenly, I could remember all I had started that I didn’t do. I didn’t apologize to my ex-best friend after we fell out. I didn’t finish the book I was reading, and I didn’t read the letter my father had left for me before he left.

Rowan: “Colleges can wait. The world can wait. We’ve got one more summer to burn the sky down right.” Above us, the Milky Way shifts. The stars rearrange themselves into one quiet, blazing sentence: YOU WERE NEVER LEAVING. We stay on the field until dawn, laughing, crying, planning a year that belongs to no campus, no kingdom, no prophecy. Just us. Four days left of summer? Good. We’re going to need every second. The Last Night of Summer August 31, 2029 – 11:59 p.m., the ridge above Hot Springs

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😀 What is Last Date about? Last Date focus on the relationship between Jennifer and Terrance. They both live in California, but came from different areas in life. When they first met at The Smoothie Shop, Jennifer invited Terrance to have their first date at her house. When Terrance arrived, he is overwhelmed by the rich lifestyle she lives. But they end up getting to know each other better and have a lovely time together. Everything was going well, until Jennifer mentioned she was into BDSM and wanted Terrance to try it with her. But he felt uncomfortable with trying BDSM, that he decided to leave. Jennifer did not take the rejection well and him leaving shattered her heart. Terrance was a

He scooped Melody into his arms and looked down at me, high and mighty. "Rosalia, you've gone too far this time. Stay here and think about what you've done." With that, he carried Melody away. Over his shoulder, she shot me a smug look. The sea breeze howled at me, chilling me to the bone. The island was completely desolate. Being left here was a death sentence. Just then, a familiar voice echoed in my head. "Five days until you exit this world." A bitter smile touched my lips. Maybe this was for the best. I was going to disappear anyway… Slipping away quietly like this might just be easier!

But the illusion breaks quickly. I push to my feet, roll my shoulders to chase away the stiffness. Then I walk to the door, hand on the knob. Because today is our last day here. Tonight, we move. And by this time tomorrow, everything will be decided.

Mom always says that depression is nothing more than an illness born of idleness. People who are truly busy studying don't have time to be depressed. So, during my senior year of high school, I lie awake through countless nights, my hair falling out in clumps as I tremble over endless mock papers. Mom only slides another mock exam booklet in front of me. "Finish this booklet, and you won't have time to wallow in self-pity." At family gatherings, my relatives notice that I keep my head down and barely speak. They ask Mom, "Why has she gotten so quiet?" Mom's face darkens at once. "It's because she's guilty about something, duh. Go on. Tell everyone what you've done wrong this time." Late

The last morning. Katherine sat beside Kingsley, her hands wrapped around a mug of chamomile tea. Carolina was across from her, leaning slightly into Devon, who was stealing berries from her plate with quiet mischief. The four of them looked rested, but behind their soft smiles was something deeper: a shared awareness that the cocoon they’d been living in was about to dissolve. “Can you believe today’s the last day?” Carolina said softly, glancing around the clearing as if trying to memorize every tree, every chirping bird.