The Last Life Book Novels & Stories

The lantern at the end of the hall blazed with warm golden light. For the first time... the shadow hiding the Last Editor's face disappeared. Adrian looked into his eyes... and froze. The face staring back at him was strangely familiar. Not his own. Not the First Author's. But someone whose portrait had appeared for only a heartbeat... inside the Black Book itself. The Last Editor whispered one final sentence. "So..." "You finally remember me." The White Book suddenly opened on its own. Across every page... only one name appeared. ELIAS.

Etta asked, fearful of what she might hear next. "No. My aunt and uncle on my fathers side live with another pack across country and my mothers brother was also killed during the rebellion. Once Beta James became Alpha he took me in. He was my fathers most trusted advisor and friend, I had no reason to doubt that he would care for me." Annalise closed her eyes as she thought back to her childhood.

The last fragment of hope inside me vanished. I was finally, completely done.

The queen asked, making herself home on the chair next to mine. I smiled sadly and handed her the book. “It's about a woman, or rather, the last few days of her life before she died from cancer.” “Sounds depressing, and yet so relatable. It's so funny how someone's life could be measured by what she did in her last days, as if she did not live a lifetime. I hope you won't mind lending me once you are finished.” She smiled and returned the book to me. “So, how are you? I heard about what happened last night.”

After the trip, I’ll think of what to call you that’s not ‘diary’ or ‘journal’. So, yeah, I’m still your girl, with a tinge of delusion and anger, Nectar Diza Lupin. PLAYLIST. Golden Brown (Elliot Sutton) Slowed Best Part – The Very Last Dance. The End. APPRECIATION. I just want to say a big thank you to all the readers who have seen my book worthy of their time; who have spent coins and voted for the books. Thank you for reaching this stage, and for finally saying goodbye to this book baby of mine with me.

We promised ourselves not to worry about the future but take the days gradually as they come and go and live in every moment as if it were our last. THE END (This book is the second book of the spirit wolf series. The last book of the Spirit Wolf Series would soon be out. Thank you for your love, support and votes)

He placed the book on the table. It was huge and very dusty. “This book has been passed down for several decades, and it’s been left with trusted people who can keep it safe. In this case, my father was the last person to keep the book. It’s called the White Oak book.” He started to open the pages, with different illustrations in languages I have never seen before. “I have gone through this book since I was a child, but I have never been able to finish it since then. History repeats itself, and this book keeps writing everything that happens every day, everything that has to do with the white Oaks.”

This book, anyone who reads it will suffer. Your tears will be the delight of my soul. Upon finishing reading that, the pages of the book on the floor began flipping rapidly, as if carried by a gust of wind, until they stopped at the penultimate page. The snowflake slowly approached the book. On that page, there were certain names of people and what they thought of the book. Life is one, and everyone should make the most of it. But for a merciless being, life is just a business that needs to end. - Bishop HyunWan

I have run that number through my head more times than I could count in the six months since, twenty minutes, such a small, ordinary amount of time, the length of a sitcom episode, the length of a commute, and somehow inside those twenty minutes an entire unrecoverable stretch of my own life had happened to me and left no trace behind except a body that felt, the next morning, faintly, uncomfortably different in a way I didn't let myself examine too closely until weeks later when a different kind of different made itself undeniable. I lay there in my bed now, seven months and a lifetime away from that basement, my hand resting against the curve of my stomach, and I tried one more time, the w

I don't know if I should tell him about my old life, but when I see the tenderness and warmth in his eyes I can't stop my mouth from spilling it. "I had a difficult life after my mother died. My father and I moved away from the pack house to settle in a new home. My dad fell into a deep depression and treated me like a stranger. He drank all day and kept to himself just as I did, but that all changed one day," I pause hesitantly not knowing if I want to continue. Pierson notices my reluctance. "It's ok Elena. Whatever it is I'm here to listen. If it's too much to talk about it's alright. Just know I'm here for you," Pierson voices.