The Last Man Nietzsche Novels & Stories

he firmly said. "I don't have time to debate with you either. I'll give you an offer. Allow me to complete my business here, and I'll let you kill me in peace. I don't want to die smeared in feces. At the very least, give me an honorable and dignified death," I bargained with him. "Give me five minutes," I added. "Three minutes, and if you're not finished, I will finish you off along with your shit!" he yelled violently.

I could put up with everything else, but that watch was different. It was a birthday gift from my late older brother, Norman, who had spent almost six months saving up for it. Two years ago, he was killed during an undercover mission. They never even found his remains. That watch was all I had left to remember him by. Samson was already so unfair. Meanwhile, I was exhausted, and I didn't even want to fight about this anymore. When I thought about my decision to leave soon, I felt strangely at peace.

This was all Adam and I had managed to do with all our strength. Casper was indeed drawn over and walked to the door as if he was being guided by something else, just in time to hear Sydney say to her daughter. "And the last time I made you frame that witch, I clearly told you to fall harder! But in the end, all you had was a minor fracture!

How could someone like him possibly feel sorry for me? I couldn't afford to believe it. Still, he looked fully committed to the devoted-boyfriend act. Like he'd forgotten it was supposed to be fake. "If you touch her again, you'll regret it." Johan's face darkened, ice filling his eyes. He looked ready to fight anyone who tried to take away the woman he treasured. I watched the sharp line of his profile and smiled faintly. Did he love me now? "No matter what you say, I won't let you hurt Yara again. She deserves peace during her... during her final days."

"Fine. Name your number. $100 million? $200 million? I've dealt with people like you before. All you're doing is driving up the price while you've got leverage. Go ahead. I'll pay it." "It’s not about the money." "Then what is it about?" He took a step toward me, and I could feel his heavy aura pressing in. "You say it's not the money. Then what? Do you have some kind of grudge against me? Have we even met before?" I looked into his eyes. Those same eyes that had once looked at me with so much warmth now held nothing but impatience and contempt. "No." "Then there's no reason for this." He waved a hand and issued his final ultimatum.

Always wanting more. He walked around the desk, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. He was shorter than his son, softer in the middle, but no less dangerous. His hands were clean, his nails manicured, his suit tailored to hide the bulk of a body that had once been lean and hard. Fenris watched his father's reflection in the glass. Dante stopped a few feet behind him, close enough to be felt, far enough to pretend he was giving Fenris space. "The Wolfe family," Dante said. "The last heir. Where is she?"

I, November Starkey, I am a different person. People also say that a man's poison is another man's meat. What is bad for Joaquin may not be bad for me. I have also been to clubs, and it almost destroyed me, but that was because I went into the infamous Nightlife as a minor. Now, I am grown, and no longer a minor. I can handle my liquor. I am smarter now. So, in this case, I will use a famous adage by the German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche, which says, “what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.” This Nightlife style of living I have indulged myself into will make me stronger. At dawn, I will walk out of the club a brand new person.

The chaos inside my skull didn’t disappear, but it organized itself. The heartbeats separated. Human. Animal. Sick. Afraid. Dying. I could hear a man coughing blood somewhere far above us. A child sleeping nearby. Rats beneath the pavement. Cassian’s gaze sharpened slightly. He wasn’t relieved. He was studying me. Like a man watching a building decide whether or not to collapse. “Good,” he said quietly. “I hate you.” “That will survive.” He dragged Elias’s body deeper into shadow before dawn began bleeding slowly into the horizon.