The Last Embrace Novels & Stories

Either way, something in him stirred roughly…something he thought he would never see again . He turned back toward the fire, but the warmth didn’t reach him anymore. The walls of the pack house suddenly felt smaller and closed against him, The silence pressed harder than ever… Em…ber!! Was he's last words that Echoed out from his mouth And then… nothing. Ember’s POV

>>Emilio “Thanks,” I took the box from Aries who came to visit me late at night. “Well,” He shook my hand, “I’m leaving for home now.” He smiled at me and I gave him one back in return, “Are you done with everything?” I nodded, “Yea, everything’s in place,” I looked at the box, “This is the last thing.” “Well,” He stepped back from the porch, “Good luck.” He smiled, “Hope no one dies.”

It was here again, except this time it was much obvious to the both of us. A thought suddenly dropped into my mind and I found myself shaking my head, a mild scoff escaping my lips. It couldn't be possibly what I thought it was. "Is anything the problem, Layla? You were shaking your head just now." Emilio said and I stared at him, lost. "Oh, it's nothing. I just thought of something. It's not important, really." I said, in a bid to dismiss it. He nodded, standing to his feet. "In that case, you better start preparing yourself. It's going to be our last moment together before we introduce those ferals. And I intend to make the most of it, hmm?" Emilio said, grazing his knuckle against my chee

I could feel his warm embrace when he wrapped his arms around my body. I can't speak or spill something that could lessen his worry towards me but I'm somehow happy. Seeing his handsome face for the last time ... is the best. I dream he is the first look I will see waking up in the morning next to him and the first I will kiss. But that doesn't seem to be happening now. Since it would be my last ... I'm still glad that he will be the last I see. I managed to speak even my body was weak. "C-Christian Marquez ..."

But I believe in the next generation not needing it. ~~~~~ Question 8: “Do you have any last advice for Emilio?” Lorenzo (leans forward): Don’t fight for your father’s fire. Build your own. And don’t ever let your enemies make you forget who you love. ~~~~~ Question 9: “Last drink, last night, last words. What were they?” Lorenzo (exhales): Whiskey. Sicily. And my last words? “Tell him… let the fire end here.”

He kisses her forehead, trying to keep his emotions intact, and nods. “Can we spend one last night together? I want to fall asleep in the arms of the man I love before I hand myself over to the Bratva.” She breathes out, knowing tonight would be their last night together. Antonio wraps his arms around her and holds her tight, then without another word, he leads her out of her home and for the last time, into his.

The long ago spoken words just popped into his mind. “He will come out of darkness on a cold night. His heart would be breaking but his eyes would be filled with revenge. Give this token to him and tell him the path to our entwined hearts would find the way again. We are blinded but not lost. It is kismet,” the man said these words to Peter as he handed him the arm bracelet. It was a simple delicate plate made out of silver. “Are you sure this is meant for me?” he look into the old weathered face filled with kindness and understanding.

She gazed at his cute, innocent-looking, handsome face and couldn't resist the temptation to stroke it with her fingers. It was the last time she would be touching him anyways. Emily ran her fingers on every part of Joel's face, his eyes, forehead, cheeks, nose, jaw, and mouth. His tempting mouth. She ran her hand on his lips, unconsciously licking a corner of her mouth. Well, since it was the last time she'd be touching him, she decided to steal a kiss. The last kiss.

Why did I ever come upon you in the first place? What was the reason for the heavens allowing us to meet? What have I ever done to earn this treatment? I should have known better than to take the chance of falling in love with someone. Veronika, take a deep breath and calm down. You are a courageous young lady. You'll be able to move on from this. "Veronika/Race!" That was the last thing I remember hearing before passing out.

They knew that their legacy would live on, carried by the hearts and actions of those who believed in the power of empathy, understanding, and unity. Hand in hand, they looked out at the city they had helped shape, their hearts overflowing with gratitude. They had been privileged to witness the symphony's transformative power and to be part of its grand composition. And as they basked in the symphony's melodies, they whispered a final farewell, knowing that the echoes of compassion would forever resonate through the tapestry of Emeridia.