The Last Lecture Kindle Novels & Stories

They know I’ll be busy with my professor now. Thank God it’s the last lecture. No one’s coming back. And now… we have unlimited time. The second the last student walks out, I rise from my seat at the back, smirk carved into my face, and stalk toward her. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t even breathe. She grips the desk with both hands like it’s the only thing keeping her upright after the sweet torture. Her chest rises and falls. Her glasses are slightly fogged. Her eyes are wide. Pleading.

"I see you managed to scrub the swamp out of your hair. Truly a miracle, considering how deep you went in." Susan’s face turned an ugly, mottled red. "You got lucky yesterday, Bellona. But rumor has it our first class is a practical evaluation with Professor Hawthorne in the combat rings. Let's see how your pathetic human 'physics' work when there are no logs to hide behind."

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

Harper POV The lecture hall smells like coffee, chalk dust, and too many lives moving forward without hesitation. My notebook is open in front of me, but the lines blur. Professor Keene is talking about demand elasticity — a concept I normally love — but today it may as well be ocean noise. Because all morning, all night, one text sits like a live wire in my chest. Maybe I like when you come find me. I hate how my skin reacted to that. I hate how my breath caught.

Hall gently tapped his arm, trying to settle him down. Samson's chest tightened. He reached out and grabbed Mr. Hall's arm, pleading, "Mr. Hall, did Jessica say anything to you? She's gone, and she took all her things with her. All she left was this application. If you know where she is, please tell me. It's important."

I sprawled on my bed, textbooks temporarily forgotten, as my best friends, Favour and Gift, made themselves at home on the beanbag and floor cushions. “Okay, spill it,” Favour declared dramatically, her eyes wide as if she’d just uncovered the world’s greatest secret. “What happened in that lecture today? I swear, Professor Green looked like he was auditioning for a soap opera with all that dramatic flair.” I grinned, shaking my head. “Honestly, it was like he thought we’d all turn into philosophers overnight. He started with this quote—something about ‘the eternal dance of existentialism’ and I’m sitting there wondering if I should be solving quadratic equations instead.” I tossed a pillow

“You keep saying that like it means something.” “It means survival.” I ripped my arm free. “How?” His eyes stayed forward as we crossed beneath flickering streetlights. “Control is not resisting hunger,” he said. “It’s teaching it when to feed.” My throat tightened. “How long did that take you?” A pause. “Eighty-three years.” The answer hollowed something inside me. Not because it was cruel. Because he said it like weather. Matter-of-fact. Permanent. The cathedral waited beneath the old district like a buried secret.

Those impossibly dark eyes scanned the room with quiet authority. God, he was beautiful. “Good morning, everyone,” his voice was smooth and deep, filling the entire lecture hall effortlessly. “I know you’re all anxious to get through today, so I won’t keep you long.” He set his leather bag down on the desk and turned to face us fully. My breath caught. “This is our last class together,” he continued, and something flickered across his expression, was that regret? “I have to say, it’s been an absolute pleasure teaching this group. You’ve challenged me, surprised me, and made this semester one I won’t soon forget.

They are loosely fitted, but they will work, at least. I waited for him to come. I am nervous, but I have to make this happen. Soon, I heard the clicking sound of the doorknob and Onyx enter the room. His eyes widened in bewilderness and he fumes at the very level just upon gazing at me. “Hey! You were not there to attend the lecture.” I started the conversation. “Why? Do you care? Or didn’t find anyone to humiliate?” he jabbed. “No! I missed you.”

I even pointed to the wide door to indicate that he could go out. I don't know if I will feel guilty because of his appearance and depression but this is also not the way to feel sorry for him. "I'll be back, I will come back again and again for you until my children can recognize me." Luke's last words before finally leaving the wide door. I forgot about that. Later, I would like to introduce him to the children, but because of the heat in my head, that won't happen right now. 'Great Elle!' I turned away from what was in my mind and started typing. I even turned to the mess that was still on the small table.