The Last Lecture Kindle Novels & Stories

At my wife's birthday party, my daughter and son accidentally knocked over a bowl of soup and splashed it on their uncle. My wife grabbed his completely unharmed hand and tore into both children. But that still wasn't enough for her, so she locked the two of them inside the sauna. I called and begged her, again and again, to spare our kids. Her voice was ice cold. "Stop bothering me! This is your fault for raising them so badly! "Since they burned someone, they can sit in there and think hard about what they did!" The thermometer kept climbing. Blisters had already risen on my children's skin, and they wailed without stopping. I begged her to forgive them like a man gone mad. "They're

"You listen. We're going. Now." He fixed the mask into place, the final piece of his shadowed armor, and without another glance, strode out—each step echoing with the promise of ruin. ~~~OAKDALE UNIVERSITY – LAW LECTURE HALL~~~ The lecture room hummed with the faint tapping of laptop keys, the occasional cough, and the professor’s deep voice as he scrolled through slides on Criminal Liability & Case Precedents. Anna sat near the middle row, her gaze flicking between the projector’s display and her phone. Her thumb hovered over the screen, rereading the last message Ace had sent her earlier that morning. She wasn’t absorbing a word of the lecture.

Alex Pov: "Okay, that will be all. Have a great day guys." The tall thin language lecturer wraps up her lecture after answering a couple of questions from the class. The class doesn't move or make a sound as she leaves. We are all waiting for something together with bated breaths. It is mid semester already, the time seems to have flown past but not for me. I noted every single passing week since that afternoon in the park with Professor Orion and his daughter.

But even without a glance, I was aware that I could sense his eyes, determined, stubborn, burning into me. He began the lecture, his voice even, controlled. He spoke of raw materials—fire, water, earth, air—their interconnectedness, peril in imbalance, control prior to dominance. His voice echoed through the hall like music, firm but gentle. The other students wrote notes in spasms and bursts, some stage-whispering to the student next to them, but I did not hear one word. Every time I looked at him, his eyes were staring right back at me My notebook was nearly blank by the end of the lecture. Fingers sore from clenching my quill, but the page stared back at me empty and useless.

Krystal's cheery voice makes me heave a sigh of relief, I don't like talking about the possible cause of Luc's death. "I'll buy you one once we get to school," Dad replies him as he picks his car keys off the table and takes Krystal's hand. The drive to school is a quiet one, Dad doesn't on the car radio as usual and the heater is too high. He drops me first, presses a few notes into my palm and drives off. I wave at the departing car. I drag myself into the auditorium for the first lecture. Thirty minutes later, I see a familiar head two seats in front of me. I tap the guy in front of me and ask him to tap the girl in the red sweater.

And it made one question keep replaying in my head. Is Philip White a dangerous person? By the time my last lecture ended, my body felt heavy. The professor handed out materials we’d need to work on for the next few weeks, explaining expectations and deadlines. I barely listened. I shoved the papers into my bag and stood as soon as we were dismissed. The sun was lower when I stepped into the parking lot. The air felt warmer. Louder. Students clustered around cars, laughing, lingering, stretching the day as long as possible. I scanned for my car.

"Every gift you ever gave us came in two. Except the cake. Why am I always last?" The room went quiet. He frowned. "This is how it's always been. What's wrong with you today?" My mother shot me a look. "She's older. She's better. That's the order. If you were half as good as her, you'd go first." I had nothing left to say. Grace made her wish. The family sang around her. When it was my turn, the candles had almost burned out. Dante shrugged. "No more candles. Wishes don't mean anything anyway. You can make one next year, Eleanor."

The applause faded into scattered murmurs as Elena remained seated at the grand piano, her fingers still hovering motionless above the keys. The last note had dissolved completely into the silence of the hall, but her attention was no longer on the music; it was locked onto the man sitting entirely alone in the back row. He hadn't moved. While most audiences shifted in their seats, whispered to one another, or reached for their phones the moment a rehearsal paused, he did none of those things. He simply listened.

The class was as boring and long as always, he basically elaborated on stuff on business administration and other things that I certainly was not interested in. “Okay that will be all for today's class students,” Mr Cliff echoed through the lecture class, waking everyone's attention, “I do hope you all listened, noted and learnt a lot today as it will be the last class I have you all before your exam week kicks in.” His last words, froze the entire class, and it then sent you all into a loud uproar as I and well everyone else could not believe what he had just said. This was his last class, is he kidding us right now? I mean, we still have an extra week left, so why is he ending his class so

I launch into the lesson, trying to hold myself outwardly together, but deep down I am dying, and all I can wonder is how she is so composed when I’m barely holding it together. The students’ eyes are still on me, but I can sense the curiosity in their movements as they continuously steal glances at Juniper. I continue, forcing my way through the lecture, which feels similar to fighting an opponent during a game of fencing or taking combat lessons as an alpha prince. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I reach the end of the lecture. I snap the tablet shut, releasing a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.