Our Last Days Novels & Stories

On the day of my mother's funeral, I sat outside the chapel, crying so hard I could barely stand. Three days earlier, my father had told me she'd died in a car accident. He said her body was so badly damaged that I shouldn't see it. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I believed him. I put on a black dress and sat beside her casket all night. Ten minutes before the cremation, my phone buzzed. A notification popped up for a hotel livestream. I opened it and froze. My mother was on the screen in an evening gown, smiling as my younger sister, Nina Whitmore, handed her a glass of champagne. My father sat beside her, his eyes red. "From now on, Nina doesn't have to live in Evelyn's shadow or suffer

He chuckled, “So let’s not break the last rule.” I nodded, “Friends. Always.” I muttered. I wish that it was true, but I know Finn. After this day or maybe after the reunion, he won’t reach out to me again. He wasn’t okay, I just hope that he’ll get past it. I loved you Finn, that’s true. But this is the end of our chapter.

he stops staring at me and leans in for a kiss, to which I gladly receive with my hands caressing his bare back. We've done this ‘last fuck’ for so many times I think we're both a pro now at handling our emotion for this grand finale hence this slow and steady moves while embracing each other, savouring what’s left before the time is up. It’s not orgasms we’re after, it’s the moments to be reminiscenced once all of this is over we’re going for. Four weeks ago we had our last fuck, it was full of sadness, involving endless amount of tears and sobbings I’ve got to say that was one of the worst sex we’ve ever had.

I ignored Alex and said, "Come here, you all!" I made grabby hands at them as they all joined our group hug. This is how I want to spend my final days with them. I know that I have only a few days or maybe months, left to live. They hid it from me and I know why they did. I do still have the hope to live, but if fate permits me to do so. It hurts so much that I have to leave them. Day by day, I was counting the days, when I was going to die, but whatever it is, I'm going to enjoy it as much as I can. I want to give my people only my happiest memories for them to cherish, not the traumatic ones. I swallowed the lump in my throat ignoring my heavy heart.

Last day in hell Pov: Maddison. Finally, Saturday. It was the last day of this hell trip and I couldn't wait to get done with this Fiasco and move back to new york and gain some sort of normalcy in my life. Heck, I even missed the toxic office and my more toxic colleagues. I grabbed my phone from the vanity, scrolling through my messages. Gwyn and Olivia had texted me everyday this week since I went on this trip. I chewed my lip, hovering over the call button on Gwyn's icon.

Vincent held her tightly in his arms. The last thing they saw before tumbling into the red abyss was the double’s smile—wide, cracked, and dripping like porcelain breaking.

He gasped once, twice, then collapsed, silent. The Game Master smiled faintly. “See? So much better when you listen.” My stomach turned. It looked back at the rest of us and said, “Now, where were we? Ah yes — you’re dead. But not hopelessly so. Think of this as… a performance review.” Laughter rippled through its words again, softer this time, almost playful. It gestured toward the massive holographic screen still glowing above us. “You see those numbers? Three hundred and thirty-six left. The rest? Failed.”

As expected, the screen was filled with over a thousand missed calls. Zoe let out a scornful laugh. "Next time, you should switch it up. Terminal illness? Jumping into the sea? Maybe she'll transfer all of the Warren family's assets straight to the Coles." He smiled casually. "Maybe she would." Taking advantage of the moment before anyone noticed me, I left the house, dazed and hollow. When we were eighteen, Adrian had worn a faded, repeatedly washed white shirt and knelt at the entrance of my home, appearing awkward and earnest, as he confessed his feelings.

But, making him disappointed at the thought of his Alpha not trusting him, “You don’t trust us or what? I said you to enjoy your honeymoon and stop worrying, I will contact you myself if anything comes up.” We spent the rest of the evening reminiscing about our moments created here, talking and pointing out all of our favorite moments and adventures. We laughed and joked, reliving all of those silly and embarrassing moments we had shared. But, a sense of melancholy underlying is there in everything we said and did. We both knew that our time here has come to an end. After spending and replenishing our time, we went to bed for a last deep slumber on the island, in this villa, and on this bed

Hе hаd tаkеn thе day оff ѕо wе соuld ѕреnd еvеrу lаѕt mіnutе tоgеthеr. Wе hаd gоnе to mу mоthеr’ѕ lаѕt night for a fаrеwеll fаmіlу mеаl, Mіkе and Kara hаd been there tоо. It hаd been nісе, just thе five оf us.