Steve Irwin Last Words Novels & Stories

he coughed out. “Hush, I need to get you to the pack,” I whimpered. “I'm not going to make it,” he wheezed and I pleaded with the Goddess to help him. “Love you, Lex,” were his final words from his last exhale. Losing it I was bawling as the trucker and several others came to stand around a man they didn't know who was shot down at a crappy truck stop in the middle of nowhere. Hearing sirens I grabbed Stankey’s cell phone and stood.

Really dead this time. After everything. All the planning. All the fighting. All the pain and loss. He was finally gone. "Thank you, doctor," Angela said quietly and respectfully. After he left, nobody spoke. What was there to say? "It's over," Trina whispered finally. "It's really over this time. Truly finished." Nickey stared at the floor. Michael's last words echoed in his mind like a curse. Even if I die, others will come. His phone buzzed. Text from unknown number. His stomach dropped.

In a small whisper, “I wish you are healed. I wish for you to come back to me.” There was no words from him any longer, he went totally silent. No air came through his mouth, no breaths from him to keep me sane, his heart rate stilled and no single beat. No! ‘I think the universe wanted him to have a last word with you was why he was able to talk to you when his soul was already long gone. I’m sorry Myra, I too can no longer feel his wolf.’ No! “No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I leached into a painful scream. The END.

I said and accelerated the car to go faster. "Hell? Owen you are, gonna get us killed with this speed" "I wasn't lying about going to hell anyways. I'm just glad that you are coming with me" I smirked and turned on the car stereo and Dax - 'last words' popped out of the car speakers. ?What would your last words be? If someone put a gun to your head ?And said you had two minutes before they shoot ?Here are mine ?Wish I can go and revisit the evil I

“Iris look out!” Whipping her eyes up, she knew with how close the arrow was, she no longer had time to react. The arrow Vanessa had shot hit Iris in the chest with a wet thunk, the impact folding her backwards onto the deck. Blood had already started pumping out from the knick in her heart muscle. There was no recovery from this, Iris could feel her life slipping away, so with her last breaths she whispered to Rex, “You are something special, find Ivan, he will show you the way, your parents would be proud.”

Yet he was falling again! "Nooooo! I'm gonna die without twist and turn. It is straight to helllllll!" Luis Park yelled. Yet an unbelievable! An unexplainable thing happened! He was falling without stopping! And he enjoyed his last day on earth... As if this is the last. His fucking last breath! He told something that he only knew. "If you hear me. You! from out of this world! Please listen to my last will, my testament." "I wish I could be a TYCOON in the next life."

- he could not finish: a new attack of pain fettered his body, bringing incredible anguish, a strangled wheeze escaped from his throat, not allowing him to breathe. - Hold on, buddy, hold on, - Steve said in a trembling voice, who did not even notice that tears were flowing down his face - tears of impotence and despair. After a couple of minutes of convulsions and terrible pain, John's eyes rolled up, and his chest rose and, making his last breath, fell. Sitting in the middle of the room and sobbing convulsively, Steve pressed the lifeless body of his friend Jonathan Black to his chest.

"I hate to interrupt whatever you two are doing, but he's getting weaker. We're out of time. We do this now, or never." This was it. I understood, in a way, how he felt watching me being put into the tank, not knowing if I would be able to speak to him, or whether I would even survive it. In this case, I knew very well what would happen. He was dying. "Goodbye, Grandfather," I told him, barely able to make myself think those words. "Goodbye, Toby and Mirele. Tell everyone else for me as well. "We will," Mirele told him as I just couldn't speak anymore.

"When the rescue team found him, they said he was dead because he wasn't breathing. We all thought he had died, and Mom broke down. Luckily, his heart started beating again after the doctors treated him. I think they said that he had gone into shock." Layla stopped sobbing at Ivy's words. "Ivy, do you want to know what his last words to me were?" As she spoke, tears started to roll down her cheeks again. "What did he say?" Ivy asked. "He told me to forget about him because he thought that he was dying. He didn't want me to feel guilty for the rest of my life, so he told me to forget about him and live my life."

“Ana, I wish you had stayed too!” [I don’t have much time left. I keep calling Evan, but I can’t reach him. I miss him so much. These past few days, every time I close my eyes, all I see is how we first met. If only life could stay like that forever. Evan, I miss you so much.] Evan closed the diary. Then he drew the blade across his wrist, right over the artery. In the final moments of his life, Evan turned on the recorder. As words like “old lady,” “get on your knees and beg,” and “more entertaining than teasing a dog” filled his ears, it felt as if the blood in his veins had frozen.