The Last Embrace Novels & Stories

[Didn't get to say this earlier, but I'm out of forgiveness cards. [Let's get a divorce.] My phone started blowing up right after.

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.

His gaze held mine, a silent anchor. I nodded, unable to trust myself to speak, fearing that any sound would shatter the fragile composure I desperately clung to. One last embrace, a three-way hug that was lingering and filled with silent promises, unspoken fears, and the profound weight of saying goodbye without saying it aloud. Their arms tightened around me, a fleeting moment of protection before I walked away, the scent of their comfort already fading behind me.

"For real this time. No more glass." Emilia stepped out onto the porch, her eyes shining with a brilliant, unburdened light as she watched them. She walked down the steps slowly, her stride confident and entirely whole. When she reached Marcus, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a deep, fierce embrace that carried absolutely no reservations. There were no more barriers. No more reinforced plexiglass partitions. No more monitored federal frequencies or armed guards tracking our shadows. There was just a family standing together in the high desert air.

They shared one final kiss. And then— Liam picked up his suitcase. Emma watched helplessly as he walked toward the boarding gate. Halfway there, he turned around. Their eyes met. He smiled. Then disappeared. Emma stared at the empty hallway. He was gone. Just like that. The tears she had been holding back finally broke free. Her legs weakened. And before she could fall— Strong arms caught her. Noah. "It's okay." Emma buried her face in his shoulder. And cried. Noah closed his eyes.

Ricardo Tucci suffered from severe prosopagnosia, constantly mistaking me for my best friend, Ella Henderson. At an antique auction, he won the gem brooch I had coveted for years, only to hand the box to Ella. When I pointed out his mistake, he merely shrugged it off. "It's just a piece of jewelry. Since it suits her, she can keep it." At an exclusive gala, Ricardo walked down the red carpet with Ella on his arm, while I, his actual fiancée, was stopped at the doors, left to endure the humiliating stares of high society. Afterward, his excuse was as careless as ever. "My face blindness got in the way again. Sorry you had to deal with that." On my birthday, he promised to drive us to o

She thanked me one last time. "I trust you to keep my secret, Catherine." I remind her of her promise of keeping a secret from what she witnessed three days ago. "Your secret is safe with me." She smiles and bids me goodbye. The moment she turned to go, left a hole in my heart. The last time that I felt this way was ten years ago. A memory flashed back in my mind. "This is the only way for you to live, Lady Amara." He says in a husky voice.

Emma replied softly, turning her head slightly so her cheek rested against my neck. I turned her around in my arms so she was facing me directly, looking into her clear, beautiful eyes as I pulled her close, feeling the absolute strength of our bond and the permanent victory we had won over every enemy who tried to tear us apart. I leaned down and brought my lips to hers in a passionate, deep embrace, holding her firmly against me while the bright city stretched out beneath us, completely satisfied that our market triumph was total, our home was secure, and our shared future was permanently locked in absolute, unbreakable control.

Zaline asked, her brow furrowing as she noticed Emily's deep sigh. Emily smiled sweetly and shook her head. "It’s nothing, everything’s fine. My heart actually feels much better now," Emily said. "Are you... serious?" Zaline asked. Emily nodded, then walked over to Zaline until she was standing beside her. "May I hug you?" Emily asked, extending her arms. "Huh? What’s with you, Emily? Why do you suddenly want a hug?" "This is my last day at work, Zaline. Come on, hug me."

Nothing was happening. I…Emily…could not finish it. He turned to the side and hugged me as I was fully crying, trying to breathe. His hand went over my face. His lips on mine were the last thing I remember. Liam’s POV I held her in my arms, waiting for Nolan to transform. I knew he would, for her, he would embrace his dark side. Emily, I missed everything about her. The way she looked at me, her smile, the scent. her skin on mine, the way she calls my name. Yes, I could have had any woman, and yet no one interests me as much as her. She's my mate.