The Last Breath Book Novels & Stories

But as the surface light faded into a shimmering, distant memory, the realization hit me: a lightning rod is only useful until it melts. My lungs burned, a desperate, rhythmic throbbing that reminded me I was still human, still fragile, still bound by the laws of oxygen and bone. I watched a trail of silver bubbles float upward—my last breath, escaping into the abyss. Is this how it ends? I thought, my mind drifting toward the image of Elena in her nursery. Did I trade my life for his sanity? Above me, the water suddenly erupted.

The candle that was shaped like a 2 on the cake felt like a joke. At the end of his call, as if Jason Smith felt guilty, he added, "I've neglected you lately, so once I'm done with this busy period, shall I take you to see the aurora?" I hung up, and our home went completely silent. Even the air seemed to be mocking my marriage. What a failure all of this was. It was at this time that Jason's assistant sent me a message on WhatsApp, asking in that familiar way what I wanted reimbursed this time and telling me to just name it.

But just as he lifted his foot to climb down, he accidentally stepped on the curtain. In the next second, his body tipped backward. With a scream, he disappeared out the window. A few seconds later, a heavy thud sounded from downstairs. Trembling violently, June rushed to the window and looked down. Morgan lay motionless on the ground below, and a dark pool of blood slowly spread beneath him. By the time the ambulance arrived, he had already stopped breathing. He died before they could save him. After that, June voluntarily resigned from her position as station chief and quietly left the base.

Even though I couldn't see Blake, I tried to reach her and say my last goodbye, but she was intentionally blocking my mind from reaching hers, making me want to claw my head off. I want to hold her one last time, run my fingers through her hair, and take my last breath in her arms. I needed her warmth to know that it was okay. Okay, for me to let go and give in as my vision faded. When Mr. Blade's boots collided with my rip, the force turned me over, causing me to land on my back, gasping for air and desperately trying to catch my breath while my trembling fingers tried to grip the tile, slippery from my blood.

From hunger. The soul he was about to trade had never been his to begin with. He pressed the edge of his claw to his tongue. Bit. Bled again. “Lael ith os murn. I am the last flame. I am the spine of the beast. I give. Take me.” The ground groaned. The altar split down the middle. And from the wound in the earth came not fire—but breath. Old breath. The kind that smelled like burnt roots and forgotten names. The kind of breath that remembered the First Pact and had waited too long to be worshipped again.

I had known this for a long time. My eyelids felt so heavy. I was ready to go. I was so tired. Selena was crying loudly, but I couldn't comfort her anymore. On April 20th, I closed my eyes for the last time and slipped away.

"We forced two pounds of live scorpions down the father's throat. After we stitched his mouth shut, the scorpions tore out of his chest. He didn't make it." Margaret just nodded. "We can't do anything with the poisoned corpse. Toss it into the pit and burn it." Pain tore through my chest. On the way here, my family had beaten and humiliated me nonstop. I hated them for it. I had even wished for their punishment when the pain was unbearable. But I had never imagined it would end like this. "Mom…" I forced out, my voice weak. Neil's eyes lit up. He shouted toward the door, "Honey, get in here! Mia called for you!"

My words sent a shockwave through Derick and Jasmine, their faces a picture of pure horror. With a sly grin, I hit play on the recorder for all to hear. Jasmine's moans and Derick's breathy gasps were not the only things captured; their treacherous whispers filled the room. "Thanks for swapping the kids, darling. Our little one's destined to rule the roost now! "Lily's boy is your own blood. He's sick, and we're just leaving him to suffer. Doesn't that break your heart?"

He tries to console her but fails as vomit blood from his mouth, feeling his breaths breaking. He looks into her eyes before cupping her cheeks, she is still crying. He whispers, “I am so… sorry.” Those were his last words before illuminating blue light clouded his gaze, making everything go silent…….. Dead silent. *** Hey! Lovies☺ Thanks for reading 'Alpha Hate Bond' It's the end of the first book of the Alpha Bond Series... But don't be sad I will soon come back with Second book name, 'Alpha's Infinity Bond' next book with some new twists....

the man whispered in my ear, before opening the door, and closing it behind him. I collapsed on the floor, with my back against the wall. I tried to make a sound, but nothing was coming out of me. It was getting harder to breath by the second. Ok, I fought till my last breath, just like I was commanded to do. There was nothing left to save anymore. The knife was embedded deep in my chest, puncturing my lungs and probably piercing my heart. My vision was getting darker and darker. I could feel my last breath coming out of me, as my right hand automatically reached the door handle and opened it. My hand fell down, and I extended it out into the dark corridor. That was my last move along with m