The Last Hours Books Novels & Stories

My hands skimmed the books stacked in the book shelves, and time ticked by painfully slow as I took Alpha Nolan's younger brother's advice and stayed inside the room. It had been over two hours since I slept and woke up on the white and gold bed, so I decided to take a look at all the books that were in the book shelves. The writing on the spines were mostly fading away, gathering dust as they had no use for the people who lived here. I admired some of the old classics and new books as my eyes wandered over every title. I had gathered a stack of books in my hand, picking the ones I wanted to read and taking them out. So far I had five books which were classics that I knew would peak my inter

with as much sass as possible. He snorted and said "Be ready babe, your 48 hours starts at 8 tomorrow! I hope you are all set to have a wild time" I could feel him smirking before the line got disconnected. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? phew! I asked myself while getting out of the store and fanning my face. I couldn't stop my giddiness now. I can't wait for tomorrow!

The last picture in my head was his body on the ground, eyes screwed shut, blood pooling over. Please don't die. ~Three Days Later. Seventy Two Hours. Maybe a little more. There's not a single clock in the room. I know how many days have passed, that's all. It's afternoon though, I think, the sun doesn't shine in the evening right?

Overall, Miyuki liked and knew how to cook, it was one of the few things she learned from her mother, and then grandma also taught her how to make a few dishes, especially the more traditional ones. After breakfast, Miyuki bought and read one of the e-books that she had reserved while waiting for a visit in Kai Ichatashiko's office. As the description and opinions of other readers indicated, the book turned out to be very interesting and addictive, so Miyuki read until late afternoon and broke away from the world of books when the newest Aoi Takashima's song was played on the radio again. It was then that Miyuki remembered his words that the night and darkness are beautiful and looked out th

I smiled sincerely and turned away from the prison. After seeing Vivian for the last time, I would never need to see her again in this life. She would disappear from my world forever. And my world would finally see the warmth of spring.

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 throw our trash away and make our way back to the house. I enter through the front door and then to the stairs. "Alpha!" I hear someone call before I take my first step up. I turn my head to see one of my men. "Did you need something Shawn?" "Yes sir. You told me to tell you when Dr. Hart returned from his trip. He's waiting for you in his office." "Ok thank you." He nods his head and I move up the stairs, but when I reach the third floor instead of going to my room in the left wing I go to the right wing of the house where our small clinic is located.

I also did not want anyone to examine my body afterward. In these hopeless days, Daniel stripped away my dignity until nothing remained. After death, I wanted to keep my body whole. My phone buzzed with a message from Daniel. “My mother is coming over tonight. You know what to do.” I stared at the screen. That short line of text felt heavy. His mother, Morgan Hansen, had a sharp gaze and a harsh tongue. She was the other main figure in my three years of fear. It felt fitting. On the third to last day before my planned death, I would face the world’s cruelty one more time.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

"Hop in, Mr. Crowe! If we leave now, you'll still make it to the airport in time." Very soon, I left the base behind in their car. As I looked at the place where I had spent the last five years, I realized there was not even the slightest trace of attachment left in my heart anymore. The wind outside the window still blew relentlessly across the desert. But somehow, against my face, it no longer felt so cold. Leaning back against the seat, I watched the lights of the base grow farther and farther away in the rearview mirror. The corners of my lips slowly curled upward.