The Last Hours Books Novels & Stories

I sat on the couch, the proposal video Walter made playing in the background, the pastries I had bought beside me. The pastries I once savored then left a bland taste in my mouth. Perhaps my tastes changed. It was not just the pastries I had lost my taste for. Walter had gone radio silent. I tossed my phone on the coffee table and started to pack up my stuff. It was already midnight. I was about to officially run out of patience, ready to use up the last of my so-called 'forgiveness cards.' Just then, my phone buzzed—it was Walter. "Melissa, are you asleep? Don't wait up. I've got stuff to handle, and I won't make it home tonight.

DARKEST HOURS CHAPTER ONE JOHN PAUL'S POV ________________________________________________ The sun was extremely at it brightest today and the chirping of the birds could be heard, not too far away . It was just like another day in the life of the famous John paul cooper . I had wristwatches worth millions, a private jet to whatever island or country i want to travel to and most importantly chains of businesses around the globe . My phone was buzzing and i had to see who was calling and that was my secretary Penelope.

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.

"Fine. Go ahead. Don't slack off." I carried one small bag out the front door. The airport was next. As my car pulled away, I saw their car heading the other direction. Full of laughter. Heading toward Grace. Four hours later, the ceremony ended. Four hours later, I landed in the South. My phone buzzed. "Eleanor. We'll be late. Skip the pickup and tea ceremony. Handle the venue yourself. Grace needs us here." I read it twice. Then I blocked him. Vera hugged me. "Let's go."

I panicked and tried to snatch the book but Enzo quickly held my hand and smirked before letting me go as he walked towards Jade's. Jade cleared her throat and stood up straight with a devilish grin on her face. "Okay here it is, listen guys. January 17, 3:45 p.m. I haven't seen him around, he wasn't with his friends either. I don't know where he was, I hope to see him before this day end, my energizer..." Jade even soften her voice reading my diary. "Aw! Our little Charlie here is in love! What if you read more!" Mae joined as they started to cheer. "More! More! More! More!"

I close the door and settle on my armchair in front of the desk, I slowly start to review paper after paper, I am not hungry, not thirsty, I just need my mind to stop feeling overwhelmed by that woman. My hands move quickly as I read each paper to make sure no lawyer has been doing his thing, this world was dangerous and I knew that even the most trusted people were capable of deceiving you. Toc-toc...toc-toc. The noise from the door annoys me. "Come in" I reply annoyed. "Master Victor Elizabeth's car has already left" Bernard informs me as he opens the door a little. I turn my face suddenly as soon as I hear what Bernard just told me, I get up and as soon as I manage to leave the room I rea

The problem with seeing the title of the next chapter of your life is that you immediately become curious about tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. And every tomorrow after that. The problem becomes worse when an impossible library is involved. Naturally, nobody stopped talking about it. For exactly nine hours. Then the city distracted us again. As cities often do. The morning after our visit to Elowen's library, the Hall of Found Things received a delivery. A very unusual delivery. No sender.

"They're 'Sunset-ing' the entire universe. They’re closing the 'Project' forever." Silas looked at the clock, then at me. "Nine days. That’s nine chapters." "Then we better make them count," I said, my claws extending as I looked toward the horizon. "If they want to close the book, they're going to have to burn the whole library to get to us." ---

"Sir, it has been two hours. The Young Master has already fainted in the snow..." "What?!" Casper's face turned into shock, and the pen he was holding fell on the floor. The phone on the desk vibrated at this moment. "Hello? Is this Mr. Casper Hawthorne? We received a report at the department, and we found a body in a rental apartment rented under your name."

“Sinful hour” – the title alone had me hooked from the bookstore shelf. I’d been devouring erotic novels like this for months, escaping into worlds of raw passion and unfiltered lust. Today was no different; I was home alone, the house quiet except for the occasional creak of settling wood. No roommates, no interruptions. Perfect.