The Last Lecture Kindle Novels & Stories

I confess to the beautiful Elizabeth. She looks at me silently contemplating what I am about to show her. I take a deep breath. "The last one?" she asks full of longing. I growl. "Please don't run away because of what you are about to see" I plead with her as I induce my body to the force of the transformation. My bones break and fur starts to come out of my skin, I growl as I feel all the pain coursing through me, the sound of my bones breaking echoing in the place where previously animals were singing.

I tried to listen to the lecture, but I was finding it a little hard to concentrate after everything that had happened last night with Axel and Wulfric, and I could still feel a ghost of his touch skimming over my skin. However, I shook my head and made myself pay attention, at least a little, to know what I would have to study later. After a while, as I listened to the lecture, I zoned out again as I played with the ring Axel gave me last night. I couldn’t believe how beautiful it was.

18 Months Later: [Elara] “This demonstrates our approach to developing a lab-grown artificial heart that can integrate effectively with a patient’s body, offering an alternative for those who are unable to find a suitable donor. Thank you." I end my speech and walk back to my seat, feeling slightly less nervous, now that the worst has passed. The applause followed right after, exploding the entire auditorium with awe and appreciation. I hold back the urge to bite my lip, well aware it would look terrible in front of the grand audience in front of us.

FIVE DAYS EARLIER “ I stand on the last bridge of my life. Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from? I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing… The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “ “ Krystal!”

Lever's point of view "Eleven in the morning is the beginning of orientation," Luke said as he fixed the coat I was going to wear. "I can do it," I said to Secretary Luke, I took my coat from him and put it on myself. "Here's your schedule." He handed me a piece of paper and looking at it I frowned at Secretary Luke when I saw my course. "Why is Entrepreneurship my course?" I clueless asked Secretary Luke. He turned to me and smiled. "Xyra knows and that's also what President Snipe said," he replied to me.

"Thank you, tomorrow's your turn" "Yeah I'm preparing for it"...she said. "Okay"...I replied and we focused our attention to our lec. speaking infront. • • • • • • • • Afternoon came and our lec. had already dismissed us so I'm now preparing to go to my work. Lesley had hone first because she wants to be fully prepared at her presentation so I let her be. And she doesn't want to sleep late so she's working hard to finished it as early as she can.

"I'm sorry, sir. Professor Chambers and I really don't have that kind of relationship. I'm about to leave the country. Please stop making things difficult for me." Hurried footsteps sounded behind me. I'd never seen Leighton panic like this before. She rushed forward and pulled Harley into her arms, wiping the coffee from his face with obvious concern. When she looked at me again, her gaze was ice-cold, but because other people were present, she didn't dare say a word against me. My eyes met hers with mockery. At that moment, several students who had come with her began speaking all at once. They were obviously Leighton's students. It looked as though they'd just finished a meeting, notebook

I look at the overhang, which is wide enough for two people who are not standing unnecessarily close. “Ten minutes,” I say. We stand under the overhang and wait out the rain. It is not comfortable exactly. But it is not unbearable either. He doesn’t fill the silence with noise. He looks at the rain and I look at my pages and I try to flatten the damp corner of the top sheet with my thumb. After four minutes he says, “The lecture was good.” “Yes.” “The part about emotional residue.” “I underlined it.” “So did I.” We don’t say anything else for a while.

On the third to last day before my planned death, I would face the world’s cruelty one more time. I replied with care. “Yes, Mr. Cardea.” I let out a quiet laugh at myself. People prepared for a rainy day to survive. I prepared for one to die.

On the back, written in red ink, were six chilling words: "You're already too late, Emma Parker." Emma's hands began to shake. Liam was alive. But time was running out.