The Last Gasp Of Y Shaarj Novels & Stories

"I miss Farhan, so much, you know." "I know. But Shayla you have to accept that he is no more-" "-here. He is in Mumbai, handling his business and is very busy to pay attention to anything else, yes. I understand." "Yeah, sure," Caira grimaced slightly, squirming slightly and reaching up to rub the back of her neck,"But you do know that you have to come to accept the fact that you've been denying since the last one and a half year - sometime, right? You have go to stop the denial."

All my certainty from before suddenly turned into a blade aimed at my own chest. I fled the courtyard in humiliation, heading for the peach grove in the back—my favorite spot, where I'd hoped to find some small comfort. Instead, I found the servants swinging shovels, hacking at the roots of the peach trees. One worker, hesitating with a saw in hand, asked uncertainly, "Did Mr. Hartwell really order this? I remember—he had these trees shipped all the way from Sovelle City ten years ago, just to make Madam Elena happy."

Zayan smirked, looking at her tensed figure, thinking that she planned the best escape from her predator. Zayan's smirk fell as he saw the person who pulled the window down. It was Sharaiz, his brother. Sharaiz looked at the camera which was on top of the gate of their mansion from the car, knowing Zayan would see him. Sharaiz smirked at him. Zayan clenched his jaw and fist. "This stunt wouldn't be pulled, Duaa Zayan Khan!"he said through his gritted teeth. ZAYAN That shouldn't have been done, Duaa.

The Null-Fortress was gone. Jade was lowered onto the sand. The Sahara was silent again, the "Static" of the Hard-Delete replaced by the vast, indifferent wind of the desert. The Null-Sector survivors sat in the sand, weeping as they watched their "Last Hope" settle into a grave of rock and sand. "It's over," Aris said, limping down from the transport, her face illuminated by the rising sun. She looked at the burns on Jade’s arms—the skin already beginning to knit back together with a faint, silver shimmer. "The last 'Off-Switch' has been flipped."

Zarah I held a happy smile as I shot Hae Soo right on time so she couldn't pull the lever that was going to end up killing Baby Najmah. She fell into the blazing open incinerator from the floor she stood with Faryah. The distance from where she stood to the ground floor where I stood was far. Damage was going to be much.