The Last Letter Book Review Novels & Stories

Lance answered her with a smile and nod. "Here," He nodded at me to come to the desk. He laid the book down. I paced ahead and stared down at the old book. The pages were dirty yellow with time. I could smell old books. It was so pleasant. He opened the last page of the book, "There," He pointed at the last sentence of the page, "Cold King could lead thee to The Dark Realm." He read the sentence. I stared at the Italian bold letters. "That's it?" Silver asked.

She cast a sly glance at me and held the book very close to her chest. “Do you know what this is?” “No, your Utmost Prosperity.” “It is the most important book you’ll possess till you die…that’s what it is.” Slowly, she held the book with her right hand and suddenly flung it at my chest. In a twinkle of an eye, a purple puff of smoke enveloped my abdomen, while the book disappeared immediately. Soon, I began to feel a strange force inside my chest, as if my lungs were frozen. My breathing became slightly laboured, while my gaze remained on her Utmost Prosperity, as if she’d hypnotised me.

We shall see… The End Alpha of Gods is the final book in the Harmony Moon Series. Let me know your thoughts. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed reading about Gabriel, Harper, Willow, Brax, Drake, Ryder, and Demi as much as I have enjoyed writing their stories. Please let me know which was your favorite story in the series. There may also be a spin off of Drakes story. I believe he deserves happiness, don’t you?

He paused for a moment to let the words sink in. "She was never sick. Everything was staged—all to steal Viola's last chance at survival! You're all fools! Who treats an outsider like royalty, while your own daughter and mate withers in front of you?" Jeremy's words struck like a silver blade, twisting deep. And the worst part? He was right. We were all blind fools! "Here's the proof!" He threw a pile of documents at me. Charlie and Wendy stood behind me, barely able to breathe from the pain.

She was right. The last letter was dated the day before she died. I held it in my hands for a long time before I could bring myself to read it. The paper felt heavier than the others. The ink was slightly smudged, as if she had been writing quickly, racing against a clock only she could hear. A faint trace of her perfume still clung to the page, and I pressed it to my nose before I began to read, desperate for any remaining piece of her.

The candle that was shaped like a 2 on the cake felt like a joke. At the end of his call, as if Jason Smith felt guilty, he added, "I've neglected you lately, so once I'm done with this busy period, shall I take you to see the aurora?" I hung up, and our home went completely silent. Even the air seemed to be mocking my marriage. What a failure all of this was. It was at this time that Jason's assistant sent me a message on WhatsApp, asking in that familiar way what I wanted reimbursed this time and telling me to just name it.

] [I dedicate this report to my innocent daughter, Sophie Schneider, and offer it as a warning to colleagues who allow theory to override humanity. The report was too calm. Too professional. Too cruel. Like she was dissecting her own soul. After reading it, Dad called and lost it. "Lillian, what the hell is wrong with you? Sophie's dead, and you're still using her death for one last academic performance!" Mom had no answer. She didn't cry. Didn't argue. She knew no one would understand. She wasn't chasing attention. She wasn't performing. She was punishing herself the only way she knew how.

I only smiled until my eyes curved like crescents. Something seemed to block Mason's throat. He stepped back from the closet and accidentally bumped the bookshelf with his shoulder. Something fell from the top shelf and hit the floor with a slap. A dark-blue journal with a worn, fraying cover lay open on the floor. He bent to pick it up, but his gaze caught the first lines on the exposed page. "I came back from ten years in the future."

It was a warm laugh. Gentle enough to calm an entire universe. The blue book suddenly shone brighter than the Gate itself. Across its blank page... words appeared without Adrian writing them. The greatest Author... The page paused. Then completed its own sentence. ...is the one who knows when not to write. The Last Editor slowly closed his eyes. A tear rolled down his face. "So this..." "...was the lesson." The black stains that had covered his hands for countless ages slowly disappeared. The darkness surrounding him dissolved into silver dust.

"Congratulations on finding your wolf!" "Thanks?" "Liz, take it easy on her. She's new. How's it going, beautiful?" Max said as he leaned in for a hug, too. "Always the charmer." Max seemed a lot like Ceasar. Always trying to charm the ladies. It made me laugh. "What did I do?" "You just remind me of my best friend, is all." "Glad I could make you feel comfortable. You have a great smile and an even better laugh." Krewe grabbed my hand and led me over to the last person to be introduced. I felt instant sparks as our hands met. It felt warm and gave me butterflies in my stomach. Then, I let go of his hand just as fast. It then felt cold and empty.