The Last Breath Book Novels & Stories

His voice was low and strained. "Mira, your mom woke up asking for the song." I stopped in the middle of the parking lot. "The Last Firework?" "The old version," he said. "The one you two made when you were little. She keeps saying she wants to hear it before she sleeps." My mother had been in hospice for three weeks.

"Every gift you ever gave us came in two. Except the cake. Why am I always last?" The room went quiet. He frowned. "This is how it's always been. What's wrong with you today?" My mother shot me a look. "She's older. She's better. That's the order. If you were half as good as her, you'd go first." I had nothing left to say. Grace made her wish. The family sang around her. When it was my turn, the candles had almost burned out. Dante shrugged. "No more candles. Wishes don't mean anything anyway. You can make one next year, Eleanor."

senior Austin tried as much as he could to keep our spirits alive Jordan's pulse and heartbeat were irregular and hard to feel or hear as I placed my palms and ears in everywhere possible! I was praying fervently. No, no, it can't happen just like that. We have much more years ahead to spend together, he can't just give up like that! Slowly his breathing finally stopped, he didn't move any longer and his eyes glazed over He didn't even say anything last words before selfishly giving up the ghost "He's not breathing! He has stopped breathing" my voice hitched and then cracked David hit the brake immediately and they all turned to look at Jordan on my leg

Her voice was strict and void of any emotion. Immediately after she finished speaking, the men in uniform dragged each one of the reporters that came out of the building. No one dared to stay there after hearing such a threat from Elle. Elle confidently walked inside the building. Last night was the last time she was going to cry for somebody or anything. Those who think they would trample on her should come on in. She is welcome to any trouble. She will make sure to make every one of them pay, even Ethan Cephas. The game has just begun.

His fingers clawed weakly at the ground, leaving bloody streaks on the floor. I watched, my own breath heavy and ragged, as the last vestiges of life drained from his body. The look of pain and fear etched onto his face was the last thing he ever showed. Finally, his movements slowed, his limbs going limp, his eyes staring blankly ahead as he took his last breath. Blood continued to pool around him, a dark, viscous reminder of the life that had just been snuffed out.

It'll just be us two today, but we'll take one every year when we have children! My voice was cold. "There won't be any children." Steven panicked. "What? No!" I curved my lips. "Remember how you promised you'd come with me for the last day of my grandmother's mourning period?" Steven froze, but I continued, "I lost my baby that day." I pushed past him and walked aside, leaving him outside the door, lost. "I'm sorry…"

“Like it’s… aware.” “It’s always been aware,” Emma answered softly. “We just weren’t ready to hear it.” Lira’s voice was low, almost reverent. “Then this isn’t the end.” Emma stood, slipping the pulse device into her hand. She looked out at the horizon, where the first rays of sunlight pushed the night back one shadow at a time. “No. It’s the beginning. The Last Signal wasn’t an ending—it was a warning. A threshold. From here, what we build will decide whether this becomes our greatest ally… or our final mistake.”

Greetings my lovely authors, This is the continuation of the book 'THE LAST ALPHA' which will be updated with the sequel 'THE LAST ALPHA : WAR OF FANGS'. I hope you will support my story just like the prequel. Thank you Zia Prologue The burnt orange sun was set below the horizon, and it’s the shadows that casted upon the town of human beings. The clustered clouds were scattered to the end of the sky, where the sun was burning with its last light. Twinkling stars which were supposed to fill the night, were scared to show up in the dusk.

he breathed, his voice cracking. Zenobia blinked slowly, confusion clouding her beautiful eyes as she looked up at him "Richard... what... happened?" He smiled faintly, reaching up with a trembling hand to brush a strand of hair from her face, the touch was feather-light, full of infinite tenderness. "I kept my promise..." he whispered and with that, his eyes closed, his last breath escaping in a soft sigh— a breath that carried every ounce of love he had ever felt for her. Zenobia stared at him, horror dawning slowly as realization crashed over her "Richard?" she whispered brokenly "Richard—no, no, please!"

, I whispered to her, my head still pressed against hers. Her eyes opened for a second as her beautiful blue eyes stared into him. She no longer looked in pain. She looked in peace like she was ready to leave this world, and nothing was going to keep her here. her hand came up, grabbing mine as she forced one more small smile on her face as if telling me to let her go, she would be okay. I lifted my head a little to look at her better, trying to hold myself together and be strong for her, but on the inside, I was breaking. "I love you, Brax", she whispered with her last breath, her hand letting go of mine and hitting the ground.