The Last Hours Books 소설 & 이야기

Time flowed by, and soon, 18 hours had passed. Samuel and the others also came out of the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book...

"Hell, I don't even think I could break in here." "Thanks." Royce laid his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. It must've been hours later when he opened them again because Kenzie was awake and watching him. She had a book in her lap, some romance novel with a couple embracing on the cover. She blushed and tucked the book in her chair. "Hans found them in the embassy library for me. He must have seen me going crazy, and I needed a distraction. How do you feel?" She scooched her chair closer and carefully curled her fingers around his arm.

Three hours to save our lives. Three hours before everything ended in flames.

She just sat motionless at the desk. I floated idly on the beam, waiting quietly for the steward's results. As dawn began to break, the steward finally hurried back. He handed a thick stack of letters to Princess Jasmine. Princess Jasmine took a deep breath, slowly opened the envelope, and read through it at lightning speed. She flipped through one letter after another. Her face grew darker and darker. Finally, she slammed her fist down on the desk with a thunderous bang. "Stephen!" She ground out his name between her teeth. Her eyes were filled with undisguised hatred.

Even though they were miles apart, Alina could almost see the bright smile on her mother’s face. They talked for hours, Alina didn’t even realize how much time had passed until she glanced at the clock. When the call finally ended, Alina sat still for a moment, hugging her phone to her chest. Then she stood up and walked to her bookshelf. Her fingers brushed along the spines of several books before stopping at one particular title “Seven Days Before Goodbye” by Aria Bennett. A small smile tugged at her lips as she pulled it out. That book was her favorite not just because it was beautifully written, but because every word inside it felt strangely personal. It was as if someone had written he

Let's run. And we do. END OF BOOK FOUR: HER WICKED HEART

I haven't talked to him since. Ma and Pa were sitting in the living room when it was time to leave for the party. "So who is hosting the house party this time?" "Cassandra." "You know the rules." "Yes, Pa. No alcohol, no drugs, and home by 1 AM." "12 AM!" "That was last year! Come on! 1 AM is not a big deal." "As long as you follow the rest of the rules, then fine." "Let the girl live, honey. She will only be a teenager once."

The clock on the wall showed four in the afternoon. Aini, who was sleeping on the couch in Lia's house, woke up when she heard the sound of the door opening and closing. His still blurry eyes couldn't catch who was coming, but he was very sure that this person was Lia herself. The girl who had just arrived lay down on the floor, right beside Aini and took a deep breath like she had just had a long day. Though, he was only outside for a few hours.

Detective Yolanda Hamilton was in an elated mood tonight. The most anticipated victory of the past month had just been secured and now, she was just one step closer to becoming a lieutenant. Could there be any better news than this? Her eyes began to feel dizzy as she drowned another shot of the whiskey in her throat. It caused a burning sensation as it made its way into her stomach, and then the lingering feeling of satisfaction followed. She belched out in another moment and a satisfied grin crossed her face. From her vision which was now beginning to dull, she could make out the faces of three of her colleagues who had joined her in her drinking spree.

Rora’s POV I paced around my room for what felt like the hundredth time, my eyes darting from the empty space on my desk where the book had been to the bed, the shelves, the drawers. Nothing. Not even any of the notes that he had left in the book were here. I pulled my hair, the pain of it, stinging my scalp. “Shit. Shit. Shit. I hadn't understood why he sent it yet and now it's gone?”